Walking blind across this silver room
Looking through a smoke menagerie
Lookin' at your face inside of me
In the darkness you're Tunisia.
Nights are long entropic
I can't seem to cope
It's cold when I look in your eyes:
Pieces of ice
pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
pieces of ice.
Where the zebra lightning strikes the room
Foreign words are strutted through the gloom
Women swooping down like birds of pray
Never close but never far away.
Nights are long entropic
I can't seem to cope
. . .
Nights are long entropic
I can't seem to cope
. . .
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