What this night wants is what it gets Strung in silken knots Lit by cigarettes flaring side by side With the streets all wet As the only thing that's bright And I don't need to cross that bridge I find I'm swinging or sailing over the pit tonight I'm hanging from a hit tonight Was wild enough to order up and toss across my lips What's making all my tears Is taking all my fears away But I don't need to cry 'Cause now I'm clear A moth that's swerving through the sage A creature crashing from a cage A shadow vaporized by a new sun ray A day she spends the night And I can hear her sighing As she's almost asleep on one side I lie back on my pillow And ask what her husband is like And she says, "I smile polite And I tip and tithe And I see the sights with a well-trained eye But I calmly cry Because I'm too much mine without him And I lie, reclined where the room is quiet And it's quiet at night The soft silk is fine And the waves are white But the wind has died without him And I scream my smiles And I want my wires and I need my stripes And I read their lines till I lid my eyes And I'm losing time without him" And she says, "I ignite inside And I flash with fire Limp from life And I'm blazing blind And I'm surging live And give up my mind When with him And then every dream inside Turns to flames, fades to grey and is dying And the smoke rises into A white, blank, bare, broke-open sky"