At no point during this story did I understand (or care) what was happening. I'm convinced that no reader ever has. The author herself admitted that she made it up as she went along. It was a muddle with a constantly changing POV, with nonsense about bombs and Chinese restaurants, with clues to a murder that didn't happen, and with... whatever. I figured out the song lyrics almost immediately, but didn't care enough to put them together to find out what words were missing.