A city outside spins noise 'til three at nightnThe city inside my mind is silent after a wintery, nuclear nightnBut I am not alone for longnI am not alone for longnnEverything is lighting upnEveryone is giving upnBut I can not give you upnI can not give you upnnI am sleeping in a cardboard box outside your old placenI am hiding in your bedroom, I am seventeen years oldnAnd I have never seen anything as beautifulnAnything as beautifulnnThe electricity is screaming through my roomnThe lady's family is scowling at her mister and the groomnBut he is not here alonenAnd she is not here alonennThis whole worlds is caving innIt's a swirl and it smiles for you when you breathe it innBut I can not breathe you innI can not breathe you innnI am writing from a hotel room in CasablancanI am hiding in your bedroom, I am forty-eight years oldnAnd I have never seen anything as beautifulnAnything as beautifulnnThis, this is not, this can not be happening, not to menThis is not happening, not to menNo this, this is not, this can not be happening, not to menThis is not happening, not to menNo