I was running out of trouble
You were running out of fame
Streets smelled like the desert
As they were putting out the flames
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns under my feet
Twenty third was empty
I heard somebody yell
A straight laced passerbys
Pulled over the hotel
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns under my feet
Whether we were lost or overwhelmed
Nobody knows that Im better off
Making up lies to be left alone
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns under my feet
I was running out of trouble
You were running out of fame
Im streets ahead of happiness
Still wondering who to blame
Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns under my feet