The world keeps getting smaller 'til it closes 'round my room and everything I feel now is hard and fast and true My window is a spotlight on the madness down below it takes a silent figure to make this place a home Now the candles burn all night without you and the moon hangs out of sight so blue on Seventh Avenue I gave you what you wanted and it took so many years now I'm just a part of the traffic and the tears I am not a lighthouse not the answer or the truth but the love that I held onto is safe inside this room Now the candles burn all night without you and the moon hangs out of sight so blue on Seventh Avenue (all of the stories from all of our lives are not lost from memory on these streets tonight)