Do not tell me Vegas isn't like it is in movies.
Do not tell me Paris isn't like it is in films.
Do not tell me New York isn't beautiful in fall,
Do not tell me London's not my real home at all.

Do not love me, and then leave me.
Do not use me, and then grieve me.
Do not break me, and abuse me.
Do not hurt me, and do not tease me.

Do not tell me Moscow doesn't sing Bon Jovi
Do not tell me Scotland isn't wild.
Do not tell me Berlin wasn't broken by a wall,
Do not tell me I'll never find my home at all.

Tell me not that the skies are made of diamonds,
Prove to me the grass is greener on this side.
Promise me it doesn't always end in rain,
When you dream of catching rainbows.  

I saw an old woman lonely in the market,
and she told me she walked on clouds
- and it was worth the heartbreak

Help me, it's the last night on earth again,
Moscow sings to me with eyes of diamond glass.
I have found my land of clouds
and I will not let it go.

I leave you at the excess baggage point
and leave the diamonds for the hookers to divide.
I'm chasing moonbeams far across the oceans,
I'm chasing sunlight far and wide.