Lyrics by Bank B Varga
Vocals by London Lawhon

Lyrics

In the heart of the night, where all the shadows creep
We stand in the rain alone
Faint whispers in the dark, secrets painted black
I stare in the mirror, nothing is there!

A room full of smoke, high-rollers counting the cost
A girl in glitter her laughter's lost
White-gloved thieves playing hands of deceit
The rhythm of the night is like a funeral beat

Heart of glass, shatters like the dreams we chase
In the arms of the night, there is no saving grace
The moon bears witness to the tales of the past
Echoes linger but the silence holds fast

Aces on the table, the final hand is played
In the cold dead light, no soul can be saved
No tears in my eyes, let's toast to the pain
As the sun starts to rise, will it all be in vain?

Come closer, baby, let's waltz through the haze
Hold me tight, let yourself get lost in my gaze
With each lingering note, our passion will clash
But remember, love, our hearts made of glass!

Heart of glass, shatters like the dreams we chase
In the arms of the night, there is no saving grace
The moon bears witness to the tales of the past
Echoes linger but the silence holds fast