cat's eyes and fire alarms
red tails of cabs and candid cars
planes crash like shooting stars
in the black of the Brooklyn dark
the moon is up maybe let's call it a day
she's full of promise I guess we'll never see the break of day
I claimed you as the one for me
I paid my dues being double crossed by you
cranes dash against the window-pane
in a waste land no one has a name
what is the weight of loss when love is a coin to be tossed
what is the taste of luck when lust of gain is going to disgust
what's in a name how come I used to call her miss trust
no pain no game but I won't play if getting hurt is a must
you don't have to run to be alone
the city covers your back wherever you go
you don't have to ride to hit the wall
you look up high, you're bound to fall
I can be the open book
where everything you read is everything you took
when you're caught up between the lines
does that mean I can hear you say I apologise
what is the weight of loss when love is a coin to be tossed
what is the taste of luck when lust of gain is going to disgust
the moon is up maybe let's call it a day
she's full of promise I guess we'll never see the break of day
will we ever see the break of day