In the nicotine glare of a cold naked light

I drag my body from the covers and down forty flights

I run out the front door into the center of the street

I scream out your name as the steam just swells around my feet



I hear you after midnight from the inner city

As every Cinderella turns to drop dead pretty

We were built out of the darkness into this West Side Story

We came together in the shadows but the moon just steals our glory



Well this is my battleground baby

This is my plaything

The only thing I've ever known

Outside of a wedding ring



And I swear I heard the night talking

Cursing me for being a little more than hopeless

Telling me we're running lonely, loose and broken

Stronger now on passion but haven't we really spoken

And all we ever do is listen to the night talking



On the burden of insanity we can't find the cause

On a flatbed truck well the home girl she paints her claws

There's a coward who gets his courage undercover of the dark

And it's a strange breed of devil freeze at night to go walking in the park