Smoke hangs,
Suspended in twilight to-night,
Walls washed with dark gray/the transition
To black and white,The forever fight-
City nights and neon lights flying past||||

Can't you feel this punk noir?
The beat of the unseemly, lazy, pulse~
Throbbing with life at every hour/-/-/-

~Sweet dreams, are indeed, made of these~
And these flickering, lights, shine off and on,
Lost in a chasm of their own, making
Cavernous, the specks illuminate the dark,
A walk on the borderline-
/in the park?

Night, this is our time-
The light is gone now, come play-
What do you have to say?