Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city
All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty
The walking graffiti, survivalist bums;
Even the secret police shout that you’re the one
See how i miss you
Every psychopath gets his own magazine these days
I just read about how i can kill in a hundred ways
But i don’t want to cause anybody pain
I only want to hold you in my arms again
See how i miss you
I watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress—
Tosses her hair like a sly caress
She got midnight voice like a beckoning saint
She got something special but you she ain’t
See how i miss you
— Toronto /