In a well-to-do arcade
The private schoolgirl sings "The Internationale"
Without irony or ideology
Tender and irrational

Rouse me with a melody
I don't know what to do
And a rallying call
From a shopping mall
It may just see me through

What were you counting on?
Some things, they just don't add up
Consume until it's gone
One day you'll find you're fed up

Here comes the morning sun
At last the lights
There behind the glass resides the bright sky
Makes no sense at all
So why even try?
Just buy, buy, buy

In a doorway poorly lit
Taking shelter from the rain
Saying softly "you don't know the half of it"
Thinking "here we go again"

Hold me to your body now
I need to lose my mind
I've spent so many years
Now inside my head, the exit's hard to find

What were you counting on?
Some things, they just don't add up
Consume until it's gone
One day you'll find you're fed up

Here comes the morning sun
No matter how you're stressing
Long after you're long gone
It will be incandescent

Here comes the morning sun
Oh, it's true
We fell like shiny coins out of the blue sky
We made no sense of it
We never even tried, eyes wide
Ignorance is bliss and more
And besides
I'm alive
You're alive
Hear it echo off the windows and the shutters of the 
quiet arcade
A brand new day