Please stop singing that haunting refrain

I don't want it to keep lingering in this cold and airless room.

You cut through the night like a black-and-white nightmare and your face just won't dissolve away - it seems it's burned right into my heart with all those sad solitary nighttime figures who appear to wander at will, going nowhere fast, while the asphalt beneath their feet just keeps on spinning 'round.

Reaching through the unlit hallways and shattered windows of this place I called home, and pluck me right out of the twilight half-dawn - it never gets any brighter, but then it hasn't gotten dark yet. Please, why can't you say the things I want to see and dance with me, just you and I, alone on the streets where you found this shaded life.

I'd dance, right here - underneath the streetlamps that long since stopped shining for the nighttime that's been poured straight into a shot-glass and drunk so fast and dropped right down that you can feel the heat burning your heart as if you swallowed the glowing end of a cigarette.

It gets so lonesome, and it's a damn lowdown dirty shame, wishing that I'd finally just give it up and go on home - but helplessness took me hostage today. I don't go home with nobody else, and no man's folded hands will ever reach out to me again and let's make sure, dear heart, that we won't fall for those cardboard kisses blown beneath the moonlit sky to me and mine.  It's like seeing through a chainlink fence, I just can't make out who you are anymore but we no longer hope for that something sweet that we missed by the slightest sleight-of-hand.

Just keep on walking down where your memory stood, once, 'cause I can't seem to sequester my sadness in your eyes anymore.