When the @@#! crows
And the wind blows
And the primrose of dawn

Is at your windows
Moving through the deep
You chase dreams across your sleep

Scarecrows, waiting at your door

In the last days of the century

Leaning from your balcony
You said this is how it's meant to be
Can't you feel it in the air

See that light come shining down
All the way to Chinatown
See it come from miles around

Reflecting everywhere

You wore black clothes

You quoted Shakespeare
You still make me shake
When you get this near

You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille
When I saw you waiting at my door


In the last days of the century
Leaning from y our balcony
You say changes come so rapidly

You can feel them in the air
Whoever you pretend to be
You must face yourself eventually

In the last days of the century
Who knows who we were


In the last days of the century
Leaning from your balcony
You said this is how it's meant to be

Can't you feel it in the air
See that light come shining down
All the way to Chinatown

See it shine from miles around
Reflecting everywere