"That the nights were mainly made for sayin' this" Mumbling into his electric guitar but not moving to ask for answers, love and feelings confuse everything and forever. Floating lonely in the moon with its bright light, searching and knowing where it went wrong but you're a point in life. For a while the curtains and boards closed, holding her slender hand tightly and ringing her finger. Taped forehead, scooped up all night in one moment and brought that guitar to bed. Started playing to an endless beat, but this time it's a different heartache 'cause I'm all on my own in this damn bed.