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