In a room, banging on about the world in words
There's an old low light, it flicks on and off like our opinions
Three hours without a word, then you stroke my arm
There's an old low light in me and it switches on
It's not visible to anyone but our love lives there, I can feel it glimmer
It's slow and quiet and stares out at years
And it makes me love you more
More, more, more, more
In a different city bed in my sister's house
There's an old low light, it keeps me awake, without the shape of you
Track four on a CD you made for me
There's a note like light and it changes the air
And it makes me love you more
More, more, more, more, more
It's not visible to anyone but our love lives there, I can feel it shimmer
It's slow and quiet and stares out at years
And it makes me love you more
More, more, more, more