I guess it's raining in Vegas
and it's snowing in L.A.
but does that matter anymore
when I'm holding this music box,
playing Feres Jacques at midnight
in the candlelit room with him.
It's snowing in L.A.
but I just think of Barbados
even though I've never been
and I am dreaming of that ballet,
locked inside my music box
that never seems to stop its melody
and haunts me in my dreams.
I just think of Barbados
when I'm lost in Malaysia
without the beautiful music box,
hidden underneath the sea,
losing its flowing dormez-voux
and never returning itself to me.