TV Volume

Eyes are closed I don't know What her moving eyelids see Deep inside so privately Like you do Light is low So it won't Pull her out from underneath See me sitting patiently Like I do Move a bit Light afflicts Placid floating 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