The evening breeze reveals a chilly moon Through the yellow shaky chrysanthemum You wind me up just like a rotary phone On the outskirts of some forgotten song My eyes spark just like a sweater taken off In the dark that I knew when I was young And it's o my love O my love O my darkness Where have you gone On Niagra Street beside the slaughterhouse gates You look cute, shading your eyes from the sun I knew a guy who used to come here But he'd always drink alone In the static of my mind I'm rising up just like the spark That I knew when I was young And it's o my love O my love O my darkness Where have you gone