Lou Reed has written some of my favorite love songs, and this is definitely one of them. Lou really makes something as mundane as “looking out across the Jersey Shore” sound like a romantic moment akin to frolicking in a rose garden. But with more cigarette butts, presumably. The touching thing, though, is that it’s a love song about solitude; there is a lover, but she is asleep in bed, she doesn’t see what he sees up there in the sky. It’s about that feeling when, when you’re in love, inside your own head you’re sharing things with your lover even when they’re asleep and you’re not. And, of course, as the throughline in everything Lou Reed has ever written, it’s a love song about New York City, without which anyone who’s ever lived there wouldn’t be who they are.