TV Volume

Eyes are closed

I don't know

What her movin' eyelids see

Deep inside so privately

(Like you do)

Light is low

So it won't

Pull her out from underneath

See me sittin' patiently

(Like I do)

Move a bit

Light afflicts

Placid floatin' on a cloud

Turn the TV volume down

(Like I do)

Bends her knees

And she speaks

(No, no, no, your hands are too cold)

Coming up on half past three

Almost see her look at me

(Like you do)