Paroles: Grace Slick. Collector's Item [LIVE]. Darkly Smiling.

Darkly Smiling
Darkly smiling
There are no tickets
And you may pay
As you leave.

The man in black goes lurching through
And he doesn't even think of you

Strain to feel the movement
And hear the music

And see the night

The man in black goes lurching through
And doesn't even think of you

What does it matter how far?
The vacuum is leaving the jar