I want to be on that white-capped mountain peaknAbove the lake, above my stationnA moving carriagenThe perfect marriagenOf life apart from destinationnnRinging all the bells nDown at the white hotel nTonightnnI want to write the letters of persecutionnTo someone I don't know who doesn't know menI want to be the dust inside a vacuumnAn ice cube frozen in the melting seannRinging all the bellsnDown at the white hotelnRinging all the bellsnDown at the white hotelnTonight...