Perfect Dark (New York version)

Red door, back for more Down the stairs she wanders She sells dizzy spells Enough to put me under Eyes almost closing Times almost up By the low moon of a bedroom Making shadows In a black out I'm trapped now Nothing else matters When I'm moving through her perfect dark To bed, tails and heads Leave the landing light on Sweet dreams in between Waking from the siren Sheets always tangled Tracing ancient scars By the low moon of a bedroom Making shadows In a black out I'm trapped now Nothing else matters All I see is perfect dark By the low moon of a bedroom Making shadows In a black out I'm trapped now Nothing else matters When I'm moving through her perfect dark