stars in her eyes, I'm seeing pentagrams babynlooked in conscience there's nothing leftnshows me her heart, I see a bloody mess babynswallow my pride, spit out the restnndrink in her hand, I'm seeing double babynlook in my pockets there's nothing leftnshe said you know that's never stopped menbefore and I think the night has just begunnnshe told me always look on the darknthere's so much more to seenalways look on the dark sidenjust keep looking at mennnew york in her eyes, I'm standing in jersey cityntesting her patience not much therenkeep asking her exactly where are we goingnchance of returning's up in the airnntook her advice I'm seeing death and despair nownall around and it's making me squirmnwith a vodka grin and she said I missed her messagengive it some time and I think you'll learnnnlooking for her on the east sidenwhere to start I have no cluenI'll keep my eyes peeling until we leave townnbecause it gives this boring bright sidensomething to do