| Song | Daily Nightly |
| Artist | The Monkees |
| Album | Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Darkened rolling figures move through | |
| Prisms of no color | |
| Hand in hand, they walk the night | |
| But never know each other | |
| Passioned pastel neon lights | |
| Light up the jeweled trav’ler | |
| Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams | |
| Find questions, but no answers | |
| Startled eyes that sometimes see | |
| Phantasmagoria splendor | |
| Pirouette down palsied paths | |
| With pennies for the vendor | |
| Salvation’s yours for just the time | |
| It takes to pay the dancer | |
| And once again such anxious men | |
| Find questions, but no answers | |
| The night has gone | |
| And taken it’s infractions | |
| While saddened eyes | |
| Hope there will be a next one | |
| Sahara signs look down upon | |
| A world that glitters glibly | |
| And mountain sides put arms around | |
| The unsuspecting city | |
| Second hands that minds have slowed | |
| Are moving even faster | |
| Toward bringing down someone who’s found | |
| The questions, but no answers |
| Darkened rolling figures move through | |
| Prisms of no color | |
| Hand in hand, they walk the night | |
| But never know each other | |
| Passioned pastel neon lights | |
| Light up the jeweled trav' ler | |
| Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams | |
| Find questions, but no answers | |
| Startled eyes that sometimes see | |
| Phantasmagoria splendor | |
| Pirouette down palsied paths | |
| With pennies for the vendor | |
| Salvation' s yours for just the time | |
| It takes to pay the dancer | |
| And once again such anxious men | |
| Find questions, but no answers | |
| The night has gone | |
| And taken it' s infractions | |
| While saddened eyes | |
| Hope there will be a next one | |
| Sahara signs look down upon | |
| A world that glitters glibly | |
| And mountain sides put arms around | |
| The unsuspecting city | |
| Second hands that minds have slowed | |
| Are moving even faster | |
| Toward bringing down someone who' s found | |
| The questions, but no answers |
| Darkened rolling figures move through | |
| Prisms of no color | |
| Hand in hand, they walk the night | |
| But never know each other | |
| Passioned pastel neon lights | |
| Light up the jeweled trav' ler | |
| Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams | |
| Find questions, but no answers | |
| Startled eyes that sometimes see | |
| Phantasmagoria splendor | |
| Pirouette down palsied paths | |
| With pennies for the vendor | |
| Salvation' s yours for just the time | |
| It takes to pay the dancer | |
| And once again such anxious men | |
| Find questions, but no answers | |
| The night has gone | |
| And taken it' s infractions | |
| While saddened eyes | |
| Hope there will be a next one | |
| Sahara signs look down upon | |
| A world that glitters glibly | |
| And mountain sides put arms around | |
| The unsuspecting city | |
| Second hands that minds have slowed | |
| Are moving even faster | |
| Toward bringing down someone who' s found | |
| The questions, but no answers |