Old Low Light #2

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