Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
and Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it.

Lights flicker from the opposite loft,

in this room the heat pipes just cough.

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane.

Louise, she's all right, she's just near

she's delicate and seems like the mirror.

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial,
voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while.
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
you can tell by the way she smiles.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"

As she, herself, prepares for him.