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
cause 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 worth of 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
cause the more the room goes dark
the more of you i see
sun breaks cracks in closed blinds
we never once closed 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
cause 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