rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city
all the people get strange but their faces look so pretty
the walking graffiti; survivalist bums;
even the secret police shout that you're the one
see how i miss you
every psychopath gets his own magazine these days
i just read about how i can kill in a hundred ways
but i don't want to cause anybody pain
i only want to hold you in my arms again
see how i miss you
i watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress --
tosses her scarlet hair like a sly caress
she got midnight voice like some beckoning saint
she got something special but you she ain't
see how i miss you
(TORONTO, 11/85)
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