Prints

I follow your steps to the fourth floor den

Light the candle on your desk

I hear voices, strange voices talk

A midnight meeting when it's dark

The flowers on the counter, I sent you those

White carnations with a single rose

I should never have come here tonight

But your eyes sparkle in the cold, cold night

Where are these prints leading?

is it where my heart is bleeding?

I need a map and a magnifying glass

To follow you into the darkness

There are notes and names and numbers from

The lady from the office just opposite mine

I came here to win you tonight

So you better come with without a fight

Where are these prints leading?

is it where my heart is bleeding?

I need a map and a magnifying glass

To follow you into the darkness

I'll need a gun and a large cocktail in glass

To follow you into the darkness...