Darkened rolling figures move through prisms of no color
Hand in hand, they walk the night, but never know each other
Passioned pastel neon lights, light up the jeweled traveler
Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams find questions, but no answers
Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouette down palsied paths, with pennies for the vendor
Salvation's yours for just the time it takes to pay the dancer
And once again such anxious men find questions, but no answers
The night has gone and taken it's infractions
While saddened eyes hope there will be a next one
Sahara signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly
And mountain sides put arms around the unsuspecting city
Second hands that minds have slowed are moving even faster
Toward bringing down someone who's found the questions, but no answers

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