walking by the concourse lit by the glow of a streetlight held up by hallowed ground and cigarettes flicking all around
in your black eyes I hoped that I would find that you were hiding you were hiding something
walked into the concourse at the end of the tunnel were my dim lit saviors all raucous and full of glam but not the kind that I left uptown
and you looked dark and pensive as your heels hit the floor to the blaring Division but you didn't have much to say but you were beautiful anyway
in your black eyes I hoped that I would find that you were hiding hiding something but in your black eyes lit by the glow of a streetlight you were hiding you were hiding something
deep inside the concourse I learned of the fuel of the celebration seemed the saviors were down with it even you had your nose in it
deep inside the concourse I longed for a difference in the conversation but underneath the swinging model hair were the words I hear everywhere
in your black eyes I hoped you were hiding in your black eyes you were hiding you were hiding nothing at all
don't want to sing it now don't want to shake, shake, shake