The Way the Light Hits

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.