In between the magic of the moment And the hand that holds it all Coming from the paper moon That hangs above our heads The light that hits your hair is soft and gentle Like the flowers on the walls Of desert and evacuated old heartbreak hotels And looking in your eyes I'm trapped Inside a giant sea of neon lights A tunnel of creation where I end and you begin Your heart is like a locomotive driving patiently into the night With every single touch I feel it beating from within Your polyester skin Whether in a coma or a state of total bliss and harmony I am often feeling like a tourist in my time No matter how far I walk or wherever I run to chase my dreams I always end up feeling deaf and dumb and left behind And looking in your eyes I'm trapped Inside a giant sea of neon lights A tunnel of creation where I end and you begin Your heart is like a locomotive driving patiently into the night With every single touch I feel it beating from within Your polyester skin