Rules of the Game
It's Friday night
Drunk in my apartment
I'm in the mood to create

In a past life, I would open like Juno
Call on the phone to relate

Lay me down in the sound
Teach me the rules of the game
Help me out, lost and found
I am a moth to your flame

How was your flight? What time was the landing?
Where are you planning to stay?
We can Skype, we can message on Facebook
An empty bed is a grave

Deeper down in the sound
Time will yet eat me away
Soft and loud -- in and out
I am the night to your day
Ready to be burned, watch me I can suffer
Endgame return - level up to you lover
Who's the fool?

There must be some rules
There must be some move I can master
There must be some method to the madness
A route that won't lead me to disaster
So won't you come

Lay me down in the sound
Teach me the rules of the game
Help me out, lost and found
I am a moth to your flame