The room filled with the stain of a hundred cigarettes
Sober through the haze, just one silhouette
Fumble with the keys in the door
But don't turn the light on
Don't turn the light on
We don't need to wait for our eyes to adjust
Yeah, we can see it all by the time we touch
The streetlight through the shutters may be all we need
Cuz the more the room goes dark, the more of you I see
Dim lit, the room black, we can keep those candles out
Shapes, we paint a map, where this is going now
A novel with the words I wanna say
But don't turn the light on
Don't turn the light on
We don't need to wait for our eyes to adjust
Yeah, we can see it all by the time we touch
The streetlight through the shutters may be all we need
Cuz the more the room goes dark, the more of you I see
Sun breaks cracks in closed blinds
We never once close our eyes
We don't need to wait for our eyes to adjust
Yeah, we can see it all by the time we touch
The streetlight through the shutters may be all we need
Cuz the more the room goes dark, the more of you I see
The more I see
Yeah, the more I see
In the Dark, in the night, dim lit and closed eyes
In the black, when we touch, streetlight's more than enough
The more I see
Yeah, the more I see
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