I don't know why. You want to follow me tonight. When the rest of the world. With whom I've crossed and I've quarreled. Let's me down so. For a thousand reasons that I know. To share forever the unrest. With all the demons I possess. Beneath the silver moon. Maybe you were right. But baby I was lonely. I don't want to fight. I'm tired of being sorry. Eighth and Ocean Drive. With all the vampires and their brides. We're all bloodless and blind. And longing for a life. Beyond the silver moon. Maybe you were right. But baby I was lonely. I don't want to fight. I'm tired of being sorry. I'm standing in the street. Crying out for you. No one sees me. But the silver moon. So far away – so outer space. I've trashed myself – I've lost my way. I've got to get to you. Maybe you were right. But baby I was lonely. I don't want to fight. I'm tired of being sorry. I'm standing in the street. Crying out for you. No one sees me. But the silver moon. Maybe you were right. But baby I was lonely. I don't want to fight. I'm tired of being sorry. I'm standing in the street. Crying out for you. No one sees me. But the silver moon