The night is shiny as a diamond tonight, makes me contemplate your left hand. Alligators wearing shags don't bother us anymore, they can go on terrorizing the alleys all they want. With all these bright lights, we have defeated the darkness. "I like my eyes," I say, probably distracted by the halo of some foreign field. "I really, really like my eyes." Your hair at night has this outer glow, makes you look slightly metaphysical. You're not attracted by the windshields of passing cars as I am, I rather enjoy the city lights reflected on them. You're more of a mist coming out of the sewers kind of heart. "But I only like my eyes when I'm looking at you." And when I kiss you I feel as though the mist shields us from the rest of the world.