Low Light

The lights are low enough to hide in Your fingers find the places words don’t go We don’t talk about what happens after Some things are better left unknown You don’t ask me where I’ve been And I don’t need to know your name The bass is doing all the talking And we’re just listening to the same In the low light we can be Whatever this is supposed to be Your hand stays on my waist too long And I don’t mind it staying there at all You move like you’ve already decided Not to rush whatever this becomes The cigarette you never lit Sits between your fingers like a question In the low light In the low light In the low light we can be