Vampires
Tim McEwan / Tyler Lyle
Strangers in a dark room
Laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear
Frosted window panes
And cheap champagne a face appears
And anything could happen
In these cathedrals we roam
Where shadow people dance
And trade their glance and walk home alone
She's staring out the window of the Roosevelt Hotel
Watching midtown empty out and I kiss her farewell
They say we come from nothing and to nothing we'll return
And in between is gravity and bridges left to burn