Lulu's doing haircuts, though I don't think she can see.

Brendan's found a song to match the pace of his heartbeat.

Why do I do this? why do I do this at all?

Edward's on the big white telephone to god.

Charlie's coming on to every person he can touch.

Why does this happen every time I dream in technicolor, and I live in black and white?

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

And no one really cares, so let's pretend we're all okay.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

Roxie's made the call although her boyfriend wants to go.

James rolled on the floor, and I've lost all self control.

Why does this happen?

Why must it be?

I dream of space and time, then wake up in 2d.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

And no one really cares, so let's pretend we're doing great.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

You're complicated.

You're complicated.

You're complicated.

Why so complicated?

Well go to sleep, don't worry about me.

I'm just fishing for the moon and artificial sea.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

And I don't really care, and I'm never gonna change.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.

You said we'd never work; you said we weren't the same,

And I don't really care, and I don't ever want to change.

This is not a party; it's a hurricane.