Darkened rolling figures move through prisms of no color
Hand in hand, they walk the night, but never know each other
Passion cast in neon lights light up the jewelled trav'ler
Who, lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams
Find questions, but no answers

Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouhette down palsied paths with pennies for the vendor
Salvation's yours for just the time it takes to pay the dancer
Once again, such anxious men find questions but no answers

The night has gone and taken its infraction
While reddened eyes hope there will be a next one
Terror signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly
And mountainsides put arms around the unsuspecting city

Second hands that minds have slowed are moving even faster
Toward bring down someone who's found
The questions, but no answers