Strangers in a dark room
laugh at jokes
they didn't quite hear
Frosted window panes
and cheap champagne
A face appears
And anything could happen
in these cathedrals we roam
where shadow people dance
and trade their glance
and walk home alone
She's staring out the window
of the Roosevelt Hotel
Watching Midtown empty out
and I kiss her farewell
They say we come
from nothing and
to nothing we'll return
And in between is gravity
and bridges left to burn