Prints

I follow your steps to the fourth floor den Light the candle's 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's 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...