I follow your steps to the fourth floor den
Light the candle on your desk
I hear voices, strange voices talk
A midnight meeting when it's dark

The flowers on the counter, I sent you those
White carnations with a single rose
I should never have come here tonight
But your eyes sparkle in the cold, cold night

Where are these prints leading?
is it where my heart is bleeding?
I need a map and a magnifying glass
To follow you into the darkness

There are notes and names and numbers from
The lady from the office just opposite mine
I came here to win you tonight
So you better come with without a fight

Where are these prints leading?
is it where my heart is bleeding?
I need a map and a magnifying glass
To follow you into the darkness
I'll need a gun and a large cocktail in glass
To follow you into the darkness...