room goes dark

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