Love comes walkin' in Nothing feels the same Some kind of alien Waits for the opening And then you sense a change Then simply pulls a string All your dreams are strange, Contact is all it takes To change your life to lose your place in time

I've recognized the glow of your low beams numerous times I'll be by the Batphone if you need to get a hold Making a selection Opening credits roll Panoramic windows looking out across your soul I want an interesting synonym To describe this thing That

It's opening. Oh, how it stares! Into the soul, So deep into the soul! Downfall of decimation! It tears apart the night!