You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where

Under the same sun Lalalala lovely as you are Under the same, under the same sun Will you be there Will you be there when the day's done With you around dear I lie in your charms Though it harms the best of me And I lie on to my friends to them

You're looking at me Where is that girl? Who was certain her charms couldn't fail And where is that girl? Who believed every word of this ridiculous tale Who was so childishly flattered? Thought she'd swept him off his feet Who woke to find her dreams