Black Eyes

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