It's too dark tonight,
Rain falls and I drive,
Shadows lick up the neon light,
Tribes gather in throwaway cafés, pretending it's not a masquerade,
The impressionist love ballet, yeah,
I don't deserve you.
I slip and slide,
You wait outside,
Who are you, and who am I?
Here's the answer, but promise not to tell,
Heaven's hidden in air-conditioned hell,
And all the world is a padded cell, yeah,
I don't deserve you.
The door opens, and there you are,
You shine like a shooting star,
Oh, you see through me like you knew me before I was born.
You light the sky, unseen but undisguised,
You wink and the sun will rise,
Throwing shadows on neon infidels, never leaving a trace of where they fell,
You're the only one playing show and tell,
I don't deserve you.
