When the cock crows 
And the wind blows 
And the primrose of dawn 
Is at your windows 
Moving through the deep 
You chase dreams across your sleep 
Scarecrows, waiting at your door 

In the last days of the century 
Leaning from your balcony 
You said this is how it's meant to be 
Can't you feel it in the air 
See that light come shining down 
All the way to Chinatown 
See it come from miles around 
Reflecting everywhere 

You wore black clothes 
You quoted Shakespeare 
You still make me shake 
When you get this near 
You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille 
When I saw you waiting at my door 

In the last days of the century 
Leaning from your balcony 
You say changes come so rapidly 
You can feel them in the air 
Whoever you pretend to be 
You must face yourself eventually 

In the last days of the century 
Who knows who we were 
In the last days of the century 
Leaning from your balcony 
You said this is how it's meant to be 
Can't you feel it in the air 
See that light come shining down 
All the way to Chinatown 
See it shine from miles around 
Reflecting everywere