The clock dissolved against the velvet wall I watch the blue spill out across the floor Your silence carries weight, a heavy shawl I do not need to ask for anymore It's only love, the quiet kind of ache Falling like the embers in the grate A hollow rhythm that the heart will take Waiting for the morning to abate The streetlights blur in amber, slow and wide A jazz ghost tapping on the windowpane There is no place for us to run or hide Just washing off the static in the rain How strange to find the center of the storm While lying in the center of the bed We hold onto the ghost of being warm With everything unsaid still in my head It's only love, the quiet kind of ache Falling like the embers in the grate A hollow rhythm that the heart will take Waiting for the morning to abate Only love. Just the static, just the rain. Only love. Let it remain.