Vampires

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