walking by the concourse lit by the glow of a streetlight held up by hallowed ground and cigarettes flicking all around in your black eyes i hoped that i would find that you were hiding you were hiding something walked into the concourse at the end of the tunnel were my dim lit saviors all raucous and full of glam but not the kind that i left uptown and you looked dark and pensive as your heels hit the floor to the blaring division but you didn t have much to say but you were beautiful anyway in your black eyes i hoped that i would find that you were hiding hiding something but in your black eyes lit by the glow of a streetlight you were hiding you were hiding something deep inside the concourse i learned of the fuel of the celebration seemed the saviors were down with it even you had your nose in it deep inside the concourse i longed for a difference in the conversation but underneath the swinging model hair were the words i hear everywhere in your black eyes i hoped you were hiding in your black eyes you were hiding you were hiding nothing at all don t want to sing it now don t want to shake shake shake