It's a funny thingnWhen you lose your faithnIn a grand designnLike a flickeringnOn a backlit screennShadowed thoughts arrivennStarlightnIn the dead of nightnTakes the towers downnSure signnThat the plan devisednCame from nothing knownnnThese nights fall through glassnHer eyes make the mannnTrees leannOver empty streetsnAs the power goesnNo signnOf a pearl insidenDeals a crushing blownnYou realizenThat the sunny sidenMade the shadows coldnPedals foldnWaiting for the risenOf another skynnThese nights fall through glassnHer eyes make the mannSaid I won't look backnnStarlight in the dead of nightnEyes wide in the dead of nightnnThese nights fall through glassnHer eyes make the mannSaid I won't look backnThese eyes too will pass