This flat I occupy hasn't been this warm for weeks
And as the colour returns to everywhere
apart from these pallid cheeks
And as the cat go round my ankles, its tail
once more, is curled
It's big news in a little world

And when the single hair, it germinates
From the very end of nose
I, the stricken carrier
Or the only one who knows

The direction of that crooked branch
Always points and grows
Us to the graveyard

You see big news these days is headlines only when the
Traffic stops on London Bridge, the clock hands on Big Ben
Let the flag of the state of Loneliness be finally unfurled
Folks I bring you massive news in this little world

I've never bought into Creation, neither God above
I'd never picked the Good Book up
thank the Lord I've found some love
And as the cold wind of alienation
around my neck it swirled, carrying big news in a little world

I hadn't touched my molars with toothpaste for a week
And the cold North Wind was howling
it was piercing through my cheeks
I was regretting every chocolate bar
cursing every sweet, it was January

You see big news these days is headlines only when the
Traffic stops on London Bridge, the clock hands on Big Ben
Let the flag of the state of Loneliness be finally unfurled
Folks I bring you massive news in this little world