It's like a burning house And I'm just sitting on the couch chilling out As it all burns down around meI cried for you in the New York bar As if my pain could stretch that farFrom Crosby Street straight to your sheets It just might wake you from your sleepThe wind is blowing hot and cold And who am I? I don't knowDo I still belong to you? Or am I only longing toIt's like a burning house And I'm just sitting on the couch chilling out As it all burns down around meThe blinding lights upon Times Square Are black and white without you thereNothing more than piles of stone Left neglected, overgrownThe busy streets feel cold and weak The city needs its beauty sleepDo I still belong to you? Or am I only longing toIt's like a burning house And I'm just sitting on the couch chilling out As it all burns down around meIt's burning down around me And my heart is pounding The curb's on fire All I am is tiredAnd the pictures of you Will be smaller and soon As they slide out of view They look nothing like they used toOh, but it's nothing to be sad about It's nothing to be sad aboutIt's like a burning house And I'm just sitting on the couch chilling out As it all burns down around meChilling out, chilling out, chilling out As it all burns down around meLike a burning house And I'm just sitting on the couch chilling out As it all burns down around me*