Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
When in the morning the fog of the streets
Dresses [?] our window pane
We roll around, killing cats in our dreams
These pyjama days

[Verse 2]
We cannot be roused [?] by the garbageman shouting at cars
To get out the way
Nothing will break the spell we are under
These pyjama days
Oh, these pyjama days

[Verse 3]
Right when her friends, sitting at desks
Begin the day checking their e-mails
She's on the carpet, clipping her nails
These pyjama days
Oh, these pyjama days

[Instrumental Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Will I strike gold in this world of the next [?]
We live our lives in vain
She's in the other room, shaving her legs
These pyjama days

[Verse 5]
And when the evening streetlights come on
Our little stomachs aching
We dine on doughnuts older than Rome
These pyjama days
Oh, these pyjama days

[Instrumental Chorus]