Strangers in a dark room, laughing at jokes they didn′t quite hear

Frosted window panes and cheap champagne a face appears

And anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam

Where shadow people dance and trade their glance and walk home alone

She's staring out the window of the Roosevelt Hotel

Watching midtown empty out and I kiss her farewell

They say we come from nothing and to nothing we′ll return

And in between is gravity and bridges left to burn