This little girl, all work no play

October grey makes the hangman's day

Hotel, TV, silent movie

Her precious eyes gazed back at me

From the beach to the sea

While the count and the countess, they cry

For the ruins the world left behind

What a beautiful night

For her precious eyes

The pubs are closed, the streets are cold

Billy Casper buries the bones

Of a boy that cried, learned to despise

I'll make them mine, her precious eyes

From the sand to the sky

While the gargoyles and dragons they sigh

For the sake of Saint Serpentine

What a beautiful night

For her precious eyes

Her precious eyes

Her precious eyes

Her precious eyes

Her precious eyes