Stephanie says that she wants to knowWhy she's given half her life, to people she hates nowStephanie says when answering the phoneWhat country shall I say is calling from across the worldBut she's not afraid to die, the people all call her AlaskaBetween worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mindIt's all in her mind Stephanie says that she wants to know Why it is though she's the door She can't be the room Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phoneWhat sea shell she is calling from across the worldBut she's not afraid to die, the people all call her AlaskaBetween worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mindIt's all in her mindThey're asking is it good or badIt's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska,it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska EU SOU UM ALASCA, UM CUBINHO DE GELO ENTRE MUNDOS - QUE NÃO HÃO DE COLIDIR. E GASTEI, CORROÍ METADE DA MINHA VIDA COM GENTE QUE EU HOJE DESCONHEÇO. SIM. E EU QUE PENSAVA QUE PODIA MUDAR O NOME PARA SUZANNE, MARIANNE, MURIEL, MATILDA, CANDY, NANCY E HEATHER, EU DESCOBRI QUE, NA ANGÚSTIA DA STEPHANIE, QUE NÃO DESLIGA O TELEFONE - E SE APRAZ COM ADIVINHAÇÕES -, NA PENÚRIA DELA, TAMBÉM ME IDENTIFICO. E A GENTE NÃO É SÓ PORTA, NO FINAL DOS CAPÍTULOS. A GENTE TERMINA POR SER UM SALÃO VASTO E LIMPO, SÓ QUE DESERTO.