It's how I've often felt. When I find myself on nights like these. Like Christmas Eve. From the empty office window. To the street outside. It's everything not to call. And find out why. On the cab ride you said nothing. Just hair all in your face. I was scared to name it. And nothing changed. So I walked until I just couldn't. Too late I understood. It was always half invented. But the other half was good. Just a little thing. Buried in the other things. Burning away from inside. Would you stay with me tonight?. There's a quiet dream. I'm not supposed to think. I know I shouldn't think. Eating away at my mind. Could you be with me tonight