Emma Video (MV)

Your cheek pressed to the pillow
The curve of your hips beneath my hands
I could fall asleep remembering
When you said I was your man

And like some stranger in a hallway
Or an airplane in the sky
I could stay up all night wondering
If I ever cross your mind

And I try to tell myself that I don't give a damn
And I try to tell myself that I'm alright
And Emma, oh it's true, but when it comes to you
You know that I'm no good at telling lies
At telling lies
At telling lies

Well it's a colder wind that's blowing
And I can barely find the words
Just a boy and all his anger
At a New York City girl

Some lovers leave you empty
Some leave you low and mean
Some lovers simply leave you
But they're few and far between

And I try to tell myself that I don't give a damn
And I try to tell myself that I'm alright
And Emma, oh it's true, but when it comes to you
You know that I'm no good at telling lies
At telling lies
At telling lies