On the sofa with you, no sound, no talk
Just the rhythm of the ticking clock
Your shoulder, my favorite view
Whole world fades, and it’s just you
We’re a quiet kind of flame
Never loud, but still remains
Hands speak more than lips can do
This room, this light — it all feels true
Blanket’s warm, but you’re the heat
Even stillness feels complete
No stage, no show, just what is
On the sofa, love simply lives