She's a golden ticketnA shining peach mixed in a drinknThat's resting on a chair in a desert landnAnd not a grain of sand has compromised her worthnAnd you're a broken mannCrawling on his hands and kneesnIn that same desert landnDoing the best he can not to think about how he really needs that drinknIs this really...nn(chorus)nIs this really happening?nThe sun's finally shining down on menIs this really happeningnThe snow's actually meting in front of my facennI don't know but I've been toldnThat a New York winter is mighty coldnYeah, but we still walk down the coldest blocks using the fire in our heartsnThe way it wasn't, the way it is that works perfectly for menSo let's keep it that waynIs this really...nnIs this really happening?nThe sun's finally shining down on menIs this really happeningnThe snow's actually meting in front of my face (2x)nnThis perfectly perfect disease has got me down on my kneesnNo not to pray but just to saynI love you more than yesterdaynn(chorus)