Darkened rolling figures move through prisms of no color

Hand in hand, they walk the night, but never know each other

Passion cast in neon lights light up the jewelled trav'ler

Who, lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams

Find questions, but no answers



Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor

Pirouhette down palsied paths with pennies for the vendor

Salvation's yours for just the time it takes to pay the dancer

Once again, such anxious men find questions but no answers



The night has gone and taken its infraction

While reddened eyes hope there will be a next one

Terror signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly

And mountainsides put arms around the unsuspecting city



Second hands that minds have slowed are moving even faster

Toward bring down someone who's found

The questions, but no answers