What if,
The sound of my voice,
Is the sound of your lover's voice;
What if,
The back of my hand,
Feels so familiar we don't stop;
Don't stop...
Don't.
And we lean in;
How'd you do that
It's strange how light
Catches on things
Like there is nothing else
Or say it's in my eyes
Or it's my heart
Well i can close them all
I won't look for the signs of love;
I won't look.