It's hard not to surrender to the bold and comely words, what sway the b***** minded what hang above the graceless herd. It's hard not to surrender, but I will dance down thru the alley ways, with one foot in the gutter, take the city as a sister, the nighttime as a lover. Nighttime, any time, it's all right. And lo, I found a world of light in the rabid hands of the night.