The Touches at Night

I sit and write, the soft hours of an early night

Room after room

"This won't do"

Famous last words out of the blue, by candlelight

And there's a restlessness coming over me

What is love unworthy of?

With three strikes

The touches at night won't let go of me

A place to breathe in screen-tested dreaded dreams

Of opening night

And there's a restlessness coming over me

What is love (unworthy of)?

Baby, just hurt me some more