Low Light Adam Maniac

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