Daytime she... (Nighttime she)

Daytime she is all business
With hair pulled back and dark-rimmed glasses
Nighttime she knows that I should go
But when I stay I know she won't say no

Daytime she calls me over
There's plenty between us to uncover
Nighttime she knows that I should go
But when she's in my arms I can't let go

My hands and feet are bound
With chains of gentle kisses
My escape is blocked on all sides
By walls of warm embraces.

Daytime she thinks it's absurd
That we can't come to say the word
But nighttime she knows that it's okay
That silence is sometimes pregnant with the things we've yet to say...