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