it s a funny thing when you lose your faith in a grand design like a flickering on a backlit screen shadowed thoughts arrive starlight in the dead of night takes the towers down sure sign that the plan devised came from nothing known these nights fall through glass her eyes make the man trees lean over empty streets as the power goes no sign of a pearl inside deals a crushing blow you realize that the sunny side made the shadows cold pedals fold waiting for the rise of another sky these nights fall through glass her eyes make the man said i won t look back starlight in the dead of night eyes wide in the dead of night these nights fall through glass her eyes make the man said i won t look back these eyes too will pass