Midnight begins the matinee, Making me burn it's oil. A decent scene filmed in slow motion Makes me bate my breath. The city has it's passion. The city knows it's sins. The city has one more survivor, I think I know his name.
The room is going round And I go round the bend. The lights are going red, the horns are loud. Get ready for the show.
Guided by the signboards, Swallowed by the bars, Blinded by the dazzling storefronts I feel alive again. Undertake a journey To the urban depth. It's time to come out in the moonlight And put all things on fire.
Night, I take you by the hand, I want to feel your love, I want to know your name, I want to look so deep, Deep into your eyes To find the secret doors. - To get your immortality. - For you could take me home.