I was half the naked distance between hell and heavens ceiling

And he almost pulled me under

Now someones on the telephone, desperate in his pain

Someones on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine

Someones got his finger on the button in some room

No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom

But I tried to make this place my place

I asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face

But Ill tell you

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark

And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark