It's a cold and foggy morning in the hills of silverlake  outside the window helicopters circle in the air   the birds are calling loudly to make up for all the noise  but the morning traffic's stronger as it drowns out all their cries     here inside, my darling sleeps   the clock ticks on, I lie awake   the grey turns white and shadows grow   and all I think is     I can't fall in love     it's a monday in december, all the people go to work   try to make some money just to buy a better car   they'll see her in a magazine they'll buy on their way home   and think of her on beaches as the snow comes down outside     here inside my darling sleeps   the clock ticks on, I lie awake   the grey turns white and shadows grow   and all I think is     I can't fall in love     here inside, my darling sleeps   the clock ticks on, I lie awake   the grey turns white and shadows grow   the birds go quiet, an alarm goes off     now take the shower, still half asleep   mind slips away, the morning shave   the coffee cup, the kiss goodbye   I go to work and all I think is