It's strange to see her here on a beautiful night like tonight in an ugly place like this. She says it's her favorite place in the whole city I'd ask her why, but I already know how much she loves the glow of the bars across the street The laughter of drunken twenty something's drifting across Belmont The way the neon signs hum and warm her face Illuminating her in a pink glow and the breath of the city Steady as her hand holding her lighter Too tightly