Hotel Room In Casablanca - Ezra Furman, The Harpoons

A city outside spins noise 'til three at night

The city inside my mind is silent after a wintery, nuclear night

But I am not alone for long

I am not alone for long

Everything is lighting up

Everyone is giving up

But I can not give you up

I can not give you up

I am sleeping in a cardboard box outside your old place

I am hiding in your bedroom, I am seventeen years old

And I have never seen anything as beautiful

Anything as beautiful

The electricity is screaming through my room

The lady’s family is scowling at her mister and the groom

But he is not here alone

And she is not here alone

This whole worlds is caving in

It’s a swirl and it smiles for you when you breathe it in

But I can not breathe you in

I can not breathe you in

I am writing from a hotel room in Casablanca

I am hiding in your bedroom, I am forty-eight years old

And I have never seen anything as beautiful

Anything as beautiful

This, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me

This is not happening, not to me

No this, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me

This is not happening, not to me

No