It's a cold and foggy morning in the hills of silverlake noutside the window helicopters circle in the air nthe birds are calling loudly to make up for all the noise nbut the morning traffic's stronger as it drowns out all their cries nnhere inside, my darling sleeps nthe clock ticks on, I lie awake nthe grey turns white and shadows grow nand all I think is nnI can't fall in love nnit's a monday in december, all the people go to work ntry to make some money just to buy a better car nthey'll see her in a magazine they'll buy on their way home nand think of her on beaches as the snow comes down outside nnhere inside my darling sleeps nthe clock ticks on, I lie awake nthe grey turns white and shadows grow nand all I think is nnI can't fall in love nnhere inside, my darling sleeps nthe clock ticks on, I lie awake nthe grey turns white and shadows grow nthe birds go quiet, an alarm goes off nnnow take the shower, still half asleep nmind slips away, the morning shave nthe coffee cup, the kiss goodbye nI go to work and all I think is n