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