I’ve never seen the lights of Tokyo And I don’t know if I’ll ever I held you burning in your bed alone and I felt like a stranger When I got home I lay down on the floor I thought I’d love you forever I outlined myself in chalk to save the police work, if I’m ever discovered They talk, talk, endlessly and I smile though I can’t understand their speech. There’s something in solitude that’s nowhere else in this world. It can be beautiful or a weight that holds you down underneath it all. I’m a ghost in your city. Foreign everywhere I’ve been. But I know there’s a party somewhere and they’re playing my favourite songs, waiting for me to come. We’ll dance like the moon isn’t watching. And we’ll spill our drinks and we’ll laugh when we do. And I’ll kiss you like nobody’s watching. And even when the guests pass out, sculptures melt, the deejay’s lost, presumed dead - I’ll feel something and it won’t be alone.