Bright lights over Broadway,

Shining against the high platform famous-bound.

Aliens of this world that can’t change.

Girls who sold their soul for fame.

Streets drenched in the mystique rain.

Signs announcing the capricious “today”,

Things that you can’t get to go away.

I can’t get myself to understand it anyway.

I’m waking up and it’s a start,

The end of the world is coming for my heart.

Say goodbye to the high-platform shoes from before.

It won’t matter where we’re going to go.