Texty: 40 Watt Sun. The Inside Room. Between Times.

Listen, my love;
Sometimes I've never known silence of this kind
The silence of stars
Higher than we've ever flown
Carry me over between times.
In your red room on quilted blankets
Laying awake in the low light.
Nothing, I know, can ever be more than now
Gather me up here, between times.

Say for me now that you mean to wait for me
Say for me now that you'll still be here tomorrow.

But all time is now, and time can do nothing else
Awaken your body beneath mine.
I may get it wrong
And maybe I'll get it right
Warm and unclose me between times.

And all that I have is all that I've ever known
Carry me over
Between times
Between times.