Black Eyes
walking by the concourse
lit by the glow of a streetlight
held up by hallowed ground
and cigarettes flicking all around
in your black eyes
I hoped that I would find
that you were hiding
you were hiding something
walked into the concourse
at the end of the tunnel were my dim lit saviors
all raucous and full of glam
but not the kind that I left uptown
and you looked dark and pensive
as your heels hit the floor to the blaring Division
but you didn't have much to say
but you were beautiful anyway
in your black eyes
I hoped that I would find
that you were hiding
hiding something
but in your black eyes
lit by the glow of a streetlight
you were hiding
you were hiding something
deep inside the concourse
I learned of the fuel of the celebration
seemed the saviors were down with it
even you had your nose in it
deep inside the concourse
I longed for a difference in the conversation
but underneath the swinging model hair
were the words I hear everywhere
in your black eyes
I hoped you were hiding
in your black eyes you were hiding
you were hiding nothing at all
don't want to sing it now
don't want to shake, shake, shake
Ojos Negros
caminando por el pasillo
iluminado por el resplandor de una farola
tenido por un suelo sagrado
y cigarrillos encendiéndose por todas partes
en tus ojos negros
esperaba encontrar
que estabas escondiendo
estabas escondiendo algo
caminé hacia el pasillo
al final del túnel estaban mis salvadores tenues
todos estridentes y llenos de glamour
pero no del tipo que dejé en el centro
y te veías oscura y pensativa
mientras tus tacones golpeaban el suelo al son de la estridente División
pero no tenías mucho que decir
pero de todos modos eras hermosa
en tus ojos negros
esperaba encontrar
que estabas escondiendo
escondiendo algo
pero en tus ojos negros
iluminados por el resplandor de una farola
estabas escondiendo
estabas escondiendo algo
en lo profundo del pasillo
aprendí sobre el combustible de la celebración
parecía que los salvadores estaban de acuerdo con ello
incluso tú tenías tu nariz metida en eso
en lo profundo del pasillo
anhelaba una diferencia en la conversación
pero debajo del cabello de modelo ondeante
estaban las palabras que escucho en todas partes
en tus ojos negros
esperaba que estuvieras escondiendo
en tus ojos negros estabas escondiendo
no estabas escondiendo nada en absoluto
no quiero cantarlo ahora
no quiero agitar, agitar, agitar