At midnight shadows walking through the neon haze
Awake at night time, dreaming through the days
When sun goes down, then things start turning real
And darkness promises all the forbidden thrills
Like snow-white powder, messing with their minds
And strangers welcoming to share a lonely night
And races through the streets at three a.m.
When about death, nobody gives a damn
Until the morning light will fall upon my face
I watch the shadows walking through the neon haze