When it gets dark and when it gets lonely and when you think of me and when I think of you and when you are quiet and when I can’t think of anything to say and when the silence starts to speak out loud, so loud that our ears hurt, it’s then that we’ll fly. You come half way and I’ll come half way and that’s when we’ll call it love. Amongst busiest of places, you run to me and in the most loneliest of places, I’ll wait for you and that’s when we’ll call it love.