In a well-to-do arcade   The private schoolgirl sings "The Internationale"   Without irony or ideology   Tender and irrational      Rouse me with a melody   I don't know what to do   And a rallying call   From a shopping mall   It may just see me through      What were you counting on?   Some things, they just don't add up   Consume until it's gone   One day you'll find you're fed up      Here comes the morning sun   At last the lights   There behind the glass resides the bright sky   Makes no sense at all   So why even try?   Just buy, buy, buy      In a doorway poorly lit   Taking shelter from the rain   Saying softly "you don't know the half of it"   Thinking "here we go again"      Hold me to your body now   I need to lose my mind   I've spent so many years   Now inside my head, the exit's hard to find      What were you counting on?   Some things, they just don't add up   Consume until it's gone   One day you'll find you're fed up      Here comes the morning sun   No matter how you're stressing   Long after you're long gone   It will be incandescent      Here comes the morning sun   Oh, it's true   We fell like shiny coins out of the blue sky   We made no sense of it   We never even tried, eyes wide   Ignorance is bliss and more   And besides   I'm alive   You're alive   Hear it echo off the windows and the shutters of the quiet arcade   A brand new day