There's a crack
In the handle of a coronation cup
That I once brought back
From the study trip in Athens
Where we plated my hair
And I put eyeliner on
Until they stopped in the street
And pointed at me
And I felt only pride
For the first time in my life

There's a warm warm rain
Upon a hotel balcony
Where we looked out upon
A darkening sea
And the light, and the light
Down on the Mediterranean
Burned like candles in the memory
Of all the things that we mislaid
On our way here

Why did Nirvana ever
Bother to play here
Hey there
I don't want to stay here