I tripped the curb
I shattered the wine
Made a break for a train
That never arrived
But you understood
When I called to say why
We usually fight
But not tonight
Hungry eyes
Can miss the mark
But hands can find
The softest part
When we're out here in the dark
He sleeps on the stair
She gives up on her ride
The turnstiles are locked
Like four loving eyes
The windows are black
And the stars are bright
The city is sleeping
But we're alive
We look around
We make the best
Of what we found
Forget the rest
We touch each other
And make believe
We're not so
So far apart
When we're out here in the dark
We double down
And make the best
Of what we found
Forget the rest
Hungry eyes
Can miss the mark
But hands can find
The softest part
When we're out here in the dark