Ezra Furman and the Harpoons - Hotel Room In Casablanca

A city outside spins noisily at nights
The city inside my mind is silent after a wintry, nuclear night
But I am not alone for long
I am not alone for long

Everything is lighting up
Everyone is giving up
But I can not give you up
I can not give you up

I am sleeping in a cardboard box outside your archway
I am hiding in your bedroom. I am seventeen years old
And I have never seen anything as beautiful
Anything as beautiful

The electricity is screaming through my room
The lady's family is scowling at her misdirected groom
But he is not here alone
And she is not here alone

This whole worlds is caving in
It's a swirl and it smiles for you when you breathe it in
But I can not breathe you in
I can not breathe you in

I am writing from a hotel room in Casablanca
I am hiding in your bedroom, I am forty-eight years old
And I have never seen anything as beautiful
Anything as beautiful

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This, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me
This is not happening, not to me
No this, this is not, this can not be happening, not to me
This is not happening, not to me
No