It’s never a « new » year but a continuation of the previous one. This song about not wanting to die in the city, which could now be read in a very litteral way. But it’s not like there are many places left to escape it where we couldn’t be reached, so I go nowhere. It’s ok : city lights can be broken to look at the stars.
been around the sun one more time, but the stars never ever changed place / of course they are made of plastic, and glued on the ceiling of my room / only glow for a minute when I go to sleep then vanish away / a bad excuse to answer for all my failures to escape // and just like the songs say we shouldn’t live where we can’t see the star / too much city lights from our rooftop but we seem to thrive any given way / it's never really winter in this town, a still-life stopped at the end of the reel but it won’t give way / // we’re not getting nowhere because there’s nowhere to go / staying put right here we’ll break the bulbs / smashing lights to look at the stars!