I am the light gone out in your eyes
I am the secret you won't whisper or disguise
I am the blonde hair you keep inside your hands
I thought my heart would never speak this way again
She will be my city
She will be my symmetry
She stands on tip-toe
So shallow and so cold
I can dance with the devil
But I can't live with the numbers
I have felt the cold shadows
So solid and so cold
We pull the blind down to keep the world away
I have yet to encounter the essence of your face
I will bury a mystery to the end of the world
When your devotion is so hard to hold
She will be my city
She will be my symmetry
She stands on tip-toe
So shallow and so cold
I can dance with the devil
But I can't live with the numbers
I have felt the cold shadows
So solid and so cold