I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning.
(Give me the understanding.)
I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon,
The night, the night.

Let me step out of my shell,
I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder.
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends,
The mind of someone my equal.

I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning.
(Give me the understanding.)
I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon,
The night, the night.

Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks.
Girls will walk in moving air, the sun hangs low, the girls don’t care,
As they paint themselves at dusk.

I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon,
The night, the night.

Towns' and cities' populations up and grow,
The workers move to the suburbs.
In between I watch and go,
 [bad word] along [bad word] hour traffic, a prayer for every car.

I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning.
(Give me the understanding.)
I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon.

I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning.
(Give me the understanding.)
I want the world to stop.
(I want the world to stop.)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon,
The night, the night.

I want to write a message to you
Everyday at ten o'clock in the evening.
Yellow pearl my city is,
This is your art, this is your Balzac, your Brookside, and your Bach.