Vegas nights are dark and cold.
Nights of sorrow, nights with no stars.
Where has all the glory gone?
Moonless desert swallowed lights.
People with blurry eyes wander
the streets like zombies,
lost in the fallen kingdom, tracing
the road back home.
They can’t find a way out,
and they struggle to break out of the trap.
People with blurry eyes wander
the streets like zombies,
trying to rise up from the
deep and muddy gutter.
They can’t find a way out,
and they struggle to open their eyes wide.
Vegas nights are dark and cold.
Nights of sorrow, nights with no stars.
Vegas nights are dark and cold.
Nights of sorrow, nights with no stars.