Lovers go from bed to bed
In hotels, on parking lots
To escape all this melancholy
The heart of cities looks sickly
Bouts of blues, phone calls
Everything will start again in spring
Except the indelible loves
Dreams pile up in the subways
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars
I'm not okay in my head, mom
I've lost the taste for partying, mom
Look how your daughter's turned out, mom
I can't find meaning in my quest, mom
At the hour when bars fill up
That same hour when hearts empty
Those nights when promises are woven
As fast as they vanish
Bouts of blues, phone calls
Everything will start again in spring
Except the indelible loves
Dreams pile up in the subways
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars
I'm not okay in my head, mom
I've lost the taste for partying, mom
Look how your daughter's turned out, mom
I can't find meaning in my quest, mom
Look how your daughter's turned out, mom
I can't find meaning in my quest, mom