In a room banging on about the world in wordsnThere’s an old low light it flicks on and offnLike our opinionsnThree hours without a wordnThen you stroke my armnThere’s an old low light in menAnd it switches onnnIt’s not visible to anyone but our love lives there- I can feel it glimmernIt’s slow and quiet and stares out at yearsnAnd it makes me love you morenMore, more, more, more.nnIn a different city bed in my sisters housenThere’s an old low light it keeps me awakenWithout the shape of younTrack four on a cd you made for menThere’s a note like light and it changes the airnAnd it makes me love you morenMore, more, more, more, more.nnIt’s not visible to anyone but our love lives there- I can feel it shimmernIt’s slow and quiet and stares out at yearsnAnd it makes me love you morenMore, more, more, more.