It's a funny thing
When you lose your faith
In a grand design
Like a flickering
On a backlit screen
Shadowed thoughts arrive

Starlight
In the dead of night
Takes the towers down
Sure sign
That the plan devised
Came from nothing known

These nights fall through glass
Her eyes make the man

Trees lean
Over empty streets
As the power goes
No sign
Of a pearl inside
Deals a [bad word] blow

You realize
That the sunny side
Made the shadows cold
Pedals fold
Waiting for the rise
Of another sky

These nights fall through glass
Her eyes make the man
Said I won't look back

Starlight in the dead of night
Eyes wide in the dead of night

These nights fall through glass
Her eyes make the man
Said I won't look back
These eyes too will pass