In a well-to-do arcadenThe private schoolgirl sings The InternationalenWithout irony or ideologynTender and irrationalnnRouse me with a melodynI don't know what to donAnd a rallying callnFrom a shopping mallnIt may just see me throughnnWhat were you counting on?nSome things, they just don't add upnConsume until it's gonenOne day you'll find you're fed upnnHere comes the morning sunnAt last the lightsnThere behind the glass resides the bright skynMakes no sense at allnSo why even try?nJust buy, buy, buynnIn a doorway poorly litnTaking shelter from the rainnSaying softly you don't know the half of itnThinking here we go againnnHold me to your body nownI need to lose my mindnI've spent so many yearsnNow inside my head, the exit's hard to findnnWhat were you counting on?nSome things, they just don't add upnConsume until it's gonenOne day you'll find you're fed upnnHere comes the morning sunnNo matter how you're stressingnLong after you're long gonenIt will be incandescentnnHere comes the morning sunnOh, it's truenWe fell like shiny coins out of the blue skynWe made no sense of itnWe never even tried, eyes widenIgnorance is bliss and morenAnd besidesnI'm alivenYou're alivenHear it echo off the windows and the shutters of the quiet arcadenA brand new day