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