Morten Harket

All you folks back home
I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know
Where your daughter is
There are ways of life
You never understood
It's right here
Downtown Hollywood
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I've got a stolen moment trying hard
To write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning out again
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dear
All the love you gave
I guess there's really nothing
Nothing much to save
This place is as dirty as I feel myself
There are still some riches
At the Roosevelt