Strangers in a dark room
Laughing at jokes they didn’t quite hear
Frosted window panes and cheap champagne
A face appears
And anything could happen
In these cathedrals we roam
Where shadow people dance
And trade their glance
And walk home alone
Staring out the window
Of the Roosevelt Hotel
Watching Midtown empty out
And I kiss her farewell
They say we come from nothing
And to nothing we’ll return
And in between is gravity
And bridges left to burn
Strangers in a dark room, laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear
Frosted window panes and cheap champagne a face appears
And anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam
Where shadow people dance and trade their glance and walk home alone
She's staring out the window of the Roosevelt Hotel
Watching midtown empty out and I kiss her farewell
They say we come from nothing and to nothing we'll return
And in between is gravity and bridges left to burn
I want to acknowledge and deserve Mr. Thomas Edinger, suddenly they had never heard of him, but he is the true master of the saxophone of all the songs of the midnight, I take off his hat and I hope that someday we can see him next to Tim and Tyler live