Queen Anne, you're lying in the wasteland. You wanted just a taste, then. You couldn't quite replace him. . Lost son, we never knew you all wrong. You never got to die young,.
Come on now stop staring at the ceiling. Your last daydream is slowly unreeling. Won't you come out tonight, like I know you want to. 'Cause the city's alive and even though it haunts you, I want you.