The rain paints patterns on the velvet glass Watching the shadows of the evening pass I trace your name in the condensation's haze Caught in the rhythm of these lonely days Oh, underneath the neon, feeling so witty Lost in the echoes of Mike Litor Zaso City A fictional map where my heart wants to stray Counting the hours until you come my way Your voice is a sequence of midnight blues A secret language that I never want to lose The streetlights hum an old familiar tune Beneath the hollow of a silver moon It isn't on the atlas, it isn't on the globe Just a dream I'm wearing like a silken robe Far past the harbor where the sailors sleep Into the promises we swore to keep Oh, underneath the neon, feeling so witty Lost in the echoes of Mike Litor Zaso City A fictional map where my heart wants to stray Counting the hours until you come my way In Mike Litor Zaso City Where only we exist Just a ghost in the urban mist Only us.