I'm moving to Tokyo,
'Cause I'm tired of San Francisco.
My contracts are finally void
And I am getting out.
On houses and building tops,
I swallow the beams and sundrops.
If my echoes could reach your ears,
Then I could save my calls.
What happens when I'm above
The east river when you are in love?
We're staring at all these lights
And I am going blind.
Fill all of the navy yards
With hard working security guards,
'Cause the numbers are wearing off
My plastic access cards.
How can I begin to say
I feel better off when we stay
In Paris on winter nights
Beneath the snowy veil?
Content like a panda bear,
Still breathing the fresh mountain air.
I'll put on a diving tank
And sing when I inhale.