She's a golden ticket   A shining peach mixed in a drink   That's resting on a chair in a desert land   And not a grain of sand has compromised her worth   And you're a broken man   Crawling on his hands and knees   In that same desert land   Doing the best he can not to think about how he really needs that drink   Is this really...      (chorus)   Is this really happening?   The sun's finally shining down on me   Is this really happening   The snow's actually meting in front of my face      I don't know but I've been told   That a New York winter is mighty cold   Yeah, but we still walk down the coldest blocks using the fire in our hearts   The way it wasn't, the way it is that works perfectly for me   So let's keep it that way   Is this really...      Is this really happening?   The sun's finally shining down on me   Is this really happening   The snow's actually meting in front of my face (2x)      This perfectly perfect disease has got me down on my knees   No not to pray but just to say   I love you more than yesterday      (chorus)