I’m the graveyard-shift of romantics   a magicians old trick    & i can tell you think that you’ve got it    but i am the ‘smoke’    & i’m the ‘mirror’    the eye of the storm before it knocks you over       good men die us    bad-boys hang our heads & hide    not afraid   we know the worlds too fucked to save       a dark alley—    & a “wouldn’t wanna run into you”    your white lighter, black-powder, bathtub & live fuse    the supernova’s of superstars    you shoulda’ told us we’re the    v.2 of nothin’ new       nothin’ but a spoke on a wheel    without me it’s nothin’ but a wreck    jus’ one way to live forever & baby your listenin’ to it       so this is your rolled-down window    the warm breeze    a silly-song to make you think back on me       a dark alley—    & a “wouldn’t wanna run into you”    your white lighter, black-powder, bathtub & live fuse    the supernova’s of superstars    you shoulda’ told us we’re    the v.2 of nothin’ new      i’m a hart square in the headlights    world’s goin’ from dimly-lit to darkness    & now the color’s leavin’ me behind it’s cool ‘cos i lead a grey life