This song always made me think of Erik. The last lines (omitted here) reminded me of the heartache for Chris. But the beginning was always Erik, maybe perhaps he has maids and had a NYC flat. And now I listen to this song and smile because all the bad people and choices are gone and now it's just him.
We should order up, wash the wine out of the coffee cup
They got bread and fruit, there's probably not much else for you.
We can lay around, you can kiss me til the maids come kick us out.
It's eleven now so make every second count
But back in New York they can't ever find this out
There are things we do, that we're really not allowed
We can say anything, but we just can't say it loud.
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