Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city all the people get strange but their faces look so pretty the walking graffiti; survivalist bums; even the secret police shout that you're the one see how I miss you Every psychopath gets his own magazine these days I just read about how I can kill in a hundred ways but I don't want to cause anybody pain I only want to hold you in my arms again see how I miss you I watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress -- tosses her scarlet hair like a sly caress she got midnight voice like some beckoning saint she got something special but you she ain't see how I miss you