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 around 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
Are the only one who knows

The direction of that crooked branch
Always points and grows
Is 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
And neither God above
I've never picked the Good Book up
But 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
And 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