What if, The sound of my voice, Is the sound of your lover's voice; What if, The back of my hand, Feels so familiar we don't stop; Don't stop... Don't. And we lean in; How'd you do that It's strange how light Catches on things Like there is nothing else Or say it's in my eyes Or it's my heart Well i can close them all I won't look for the signs of love; I won't look.