No Love in Brooklyn - Nick Peters/Frank Pierce/Scott Vega

Written by：Nicolas Petersmann/Femi Popoola

It's more than sittin' still

But less than something real

When the nights just seem to

Bleed to one and go on and on

You try to catch the feel

That used to be so real

You swear it was five o'clock

But the time is scarce

And you're getting there

When you talk about that bullsh*t

That you saw just yesterday

It's becoming a habitual drunken epiphany

And you try to find that moment

Hope tonight won't be the same

But there's no sense in lookin'

There's no love in Brooklyn

Long walk see city trains

Short talks forgetting names

Some stories stay the same

Knowing all the lines

When you turn the page

It's late so what's the use

In trying to amuse

Hope you're not being rude

When it's time to go

You don't let 'em know

When you talk about that bullsh*t

That you saw just Yesterday

It's becoming a habitual drunken epiphany

And you try to find that moment

Hope tonight won't be the same

But there's no sense in lookin'

There's no love in Brooklyn

Tell me why you're living life so typical

When you recognize the truth it's critical

If you're not content do more than complain

And make a change