In February 2025, the luxurious Beverly Hills mansion of country music star Keith Urban and his wife, actress Nicole Kidman, became the target of a brazen burglary — a crime that shocked both fans and neighbors in their exclusive gated community.

According to official reports, the break-in occurred in the early hours while the couple was away on tour. Security footage revealed that at least two intruders scaled the perimeter wall and broke into the property through a rear entrance. The couple’s home, estimated to be worth $28 million, boasts state-of-the-art surveillance systems, yet the criminals managed to disable several key sensors.

At first, it was unclear what had been stolen. But sources close to the investigation have since revealed that several items of immense personal and emotional value were taken — including a collection of handwritten song lyrics, a vintage guitar once owned by Keith’s late father, and irreplaceable family photos. Curiously, most of the expensive jewelry and electronics were left untouched.

For Keith, the loss is more than material. The vintage guitar and personal notes carried decades of emotional weight. “Those things were part of my story,” he told a friend privately. Nicole has remained tight-lipped in public, but insiders say she was deeply shaken, especially knowing their two daughters sometimes stay in the house alone with staff.

The incident has sparked renewed discussions among celebrities about privacy and home security, especially as fans increasingly track stars’ locations via social media. Law enforcement is still investigating, and the couple has reportedly increased security at all their properties.

As of now, the stolen items remain missing — and the emotional damage may be the hardest to repair.

Lyrics

Mm-mm-mm
I’m driving home tonight, catching all red lightsThat’s alright ’cause I don’t want to be aloneThere’s nobody waitin’ there, cold and empty bedWords I wished I’d said come on the radio
Ooh-ooh-oohAnd I don’t know why I do this to myselfOoh-ooh-oohI know you’re with someone else
But in my mind, we’re somewhere in my carAnd it’s raining hard on the streetlight glowYou got your lips on mine, it’s gasoline on fire, I never will forgetYou grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my headAnd your fingertips slide up and down my backBreathin’ hard, steamin’ up the glassI’d give anything if I could bring it back, oh-oh-oh-oh
So, I’ve been sleeping ’til noon, in the same bedroomWhere I once held you and it’s breaking my heartI should take down all those pictures from my wallPromises we made won’t fill this empty space
Ooh-ooh-oohAnd I don’t know why I just can’t let you goOoh-ooh-oohI know you’re never coming back
But in my mind, we’re somewhere in my carAnd it’s raining hard on the streetlight glowYou got your lips on mine, it’s gasoline on fire, I never will forgetYou grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my headAnd your fingertips slide up and down my backBreathin’ hard, steamin’ up the glassI’d give anything if I could bring it back, oh-oh-oh-oh (if l could bring it back)
In my mind, we’re somewhere in my carAnd it’s raining hard on the streetlight glowYou got your lips on mine, it’s gasoline on fire, I never will forgetYou grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my headAnd your fingertips slide up and down my backBreathin’ hard, steamin’ up the glassI’d give anything if I could bring it back
Oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh (mm-mm-mm)Oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh (if I could bring it back)
Oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh (mm-mm-mm)Oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh (I just close my eyes)Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh, I could feel your breathing baby)Oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh (fingertips slide up and down my back)Oh-oh-oh-ohOoh-ooh-ooh