We walk at night, we're different to everyone else,
We are awake.
We talk about relationships, life and death.
You show me the coffee-honey, dark-chocolate places of your last romance.
I understand more of life and my own feeling as we talk, we're different to everyone else,
We understand.

You help me understand my grief, and make me realise he will be frozen in my memory.
One of the best friends. How I miss him.

Haven't written a decent song in ages, I nearly started one last night: about how someone still holds a connection with a friend through an object. Was going to call it "I still have your ring"

I had just started a concept album but one of the main themes in it I don't want to discuss or believe in due to recent events.