We Make Music

Left hand, loosely around your neck
As I run it up and down your spine and tell you secrets
Right hand, gentley at your side

As I tell you as of now I have no regrets

And late at night, we make music
because late at night, is when we lose it
And late at night, we make music
Because late at night, is when we use it

Things are better off if we compare notes

Because, I'm sick of playing by ear
Going over and over, the work we wrote
we'd perform well if we get over our fears

And late at night, we make music
because late at night, is when we lose it
And late at night, we make music

Because later at night, is when we use it

I run my hand up and down your neck
making sure, I press down on all the right frets
with all the right chords, I get over the w****s
with you, my guitar, who needs a girl for?