It's not the way you dance,
though I like the way you move.
It's not the perfect line
from some forgotten tune.
It's the quiet in the chaos,
the anchor in the rush.
A certain kind of gravity
I've needed,oh so much.
I know I said we'd keep this simple,
not complicate the game.
But my calculations falter
when I whisper out your name.
And maybe I'm mistaken,
maybe I'm a fool.
But there's something in the way the light hits
when you're breaking all my rules.
It's not a declaration,
not a promise or a vow.
It's the comfort in the silence
that I'm feeling with you now.
The space between the words we say,
the truth they can't conceal.
Yeah,there's something in the way the light hits,
and damn,it feels so real.