Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one
notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
of the [bad word] difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don`t know
Maria says she`s dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don`t know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something ..."

"...ry to take a shot
Can`t you see my walls are [bad word] "
Then she looks up at the building and says she`s thinking of jumping
She says she`s tired of life she must be tired of something

Round here she`s always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we`re never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can`t see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if I`m falling