My place is of the sun and
This place is of the dark and I
I do not feel the romance
I do not catch the spark (x2)

Now someone's on the telephone
Desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor
Doing her cocaine
Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom (x2)

My place is of the sun and
This place is of the dark and I
I do not feel the romance
I do not catch the spark