‘Cause every time I see your face, I break a little. And every single night you stay, you take a little. I just can’t shake this feeling deep in my bones, and though I know I’m better when I’m alone, I call you. I call you, and I break a little.
He says “Son can you play me a memory? I’m not really sure how it goes. But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man’s clothes.”