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.