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 |