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Leave where the city forgets our names;

Under neon light and passing trains;

You leave your day at the door with mine;

And we disappear for a little while;

With no promises hanging in the air;

No need to ask if we'll still be there;

We keep it close, but we keep it light;

Like a secret learning how to breathe at night;

We're not in love;

But we make love;

Soft as rain when the lights are low;

We don't belong;

And that's enough;

To let the feeling come and go;

We're not in love;

But we make love;

And every touch says what we want;

You know the shape of my silence now;

The way

I pull you in and back out somehow;

I know the edge where your freedom lives;

And I never ask for more than this;

No jealousy in the morning air;

No future waiting in the stair;

We keep it real by keeping it wild;

Two hearts walking just beside the line;

We're not in love, but we make love;

Soft as rain when the heights are low;

We don't belong and that's enough;

To let the feeling come and go;

We're not in love, but we make love;

And every touch says what we want;

If we made it, would it break?

Would the truth be too much to take?

So we leave it in the dark;

Where it lives like a tender spark;

Half goodbye and half desire;

Burning quiet, burning higher;

We're not in love, but we make love;

Soft as rain when the lights are low;

We don't belong, and that's enough;

To let the feeling come and go;

We're not in love, but we make love;

And every touch says what we want;

When the sky turns grey, we let it be;

You go back to you,

I go back to me;

Still the night remembers what we know;

Your promise, always mine, was visor on breeze;

Test the stakes, day leaves in dew;