She's a golden ticket
A shining peach mixed in a drink
That's resting on a chair in a desert land

And not a grain of sand has compromised her worth
And you're a broken man
Crawling on his hands and knees

In that same desert land
Doing the best he can not to think about how he really needs that drink
Is this really...


Is this really happening?
The sun's finally shining down on me

Is this really happening?
The snow's actually melting in front of my face


I don't know but I've been told
That a New York winter is mighty cold
Yeah, but we still walk down the coldest blocks using the fire in our hearts

The way it wasn't, the way it is that works perfectly for me
So let's keep it that way
Is this really...


Is this really happening?
The sun's finally shining down on me

Is this really happening?
The snow's actually melting in front of my face


This perfectly perfect disease has got me down on my knees
No not to pray but just to say
I love you more than yesterday


Is this really happening?
The sun's finally shining down on me

Is this really happening?
The snow's actually melting in front of my face
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