Walking blind across this silver room
  
  Looking through a smoke menagerie
  
  Lookin' at your face inside of me
  
  In the darkness you're Tunisia.
  Nights are long entropic
  I can't seem to cope
  
  It's cold when I look in your eyes:
  Pieces of ice
  pieces of ice
  
  Pieces of ice
  pieces of ice.
  Where the zebra lightning strikes the room
  
  Foreign words are strutted through the gloom
  
  Women swooping down like birds of pray
  Never close but never far away.
  Nights are long entropic
  I can't seem to cope
  . . .
  Nights are long entropic
  I can't seem to cope
  . . .