Oh, Lana, have you seen the clock? It’s time to sleep ourselves off. Wouldn’t it be lovely, wouldn't it be sweet to rest our weary feet. And your dress is so fine, the color of the morning sky. You’ll go to your room and I'll miss the chance to look into your eyes.
Lana, Lana, Lana. Oh, Lana, do you hate it all? Even more than i do. I'm desperately longing to get my hooks in you not to let me be down-and-out. Oh, please let me see
something of my vanished world. I wish I could tag along, but my bed won't let me go.