I remember the nights, I remember the feeling, But most of all, I remember that I need to remember more. I was sitting in silence You were screaming invectives; We were drinking from a strange carafe in a strange little corner of night I was starting to crack, I ducked into a drafty bathroom, To get away from it all. And in the pale blue light, Of other people's lives... We were drinking from a strange carafe in a strange little corner of night.