The Quiet Dark

Verse 1 Underneath the pale white beams
where the shadows grow, Your hand starts a heavy fire
a want that we both know. Speaking in the silence
breath upon my skin, Every word a trigger
let the night begin.

Chorus Moving through the evening
held inside your space, Every kiss a marker
every touch a trace. Caught within the motion
hours fall away, In the quiet rhythm
this is where we stay.