Two o'clock in the afternoon and I just got up and I'm feeling seedy Sun cascades through the living room and it's all too bright and it's thin and weedy The windows sparkle with a greenish light from the previous night The bottles shine and all the heaters glow in the middle of the snow Here we are in a stranger's room but it isn't strange 'cause it's so familiar Ceiling's cracked and a weird perfume creeps around the walls and it seems to fill ya With a depressing sense of the heretofore as you open the door The outside shudders in so you have to go to the safety of the snow I have not got the strength to leave but I feel down deep that I really need to Something's hooked me by the sleeve and the carpet's reared its ugly head to Say things I've never heard in my life before and I fall to the floor The girl goes by outside and she seems to know all about the snow Three o'clock in the afternoon and I must get up, mustn't be so lazy People standing about the room; they've been up for hours they must think I'm crazy The summer sun is high and the weather's fine and the whole world shines They sky is blue, they're dancing to and fro in the middle of the snow