(Verse 1)

The city’s wiped away all the extra lights, left only the dim glow of a streetlamp,

I’m sitting by the window, counting seconds like they mean something.

My phone is silent, and right now, that feels like the rightest thing,

Like silence itself is a kind of care.

The wind whispers something about old routes,

And I’m just breathing, not trying to fix everything at once.

Tomorrow will bring the to‑do list and the rush again,

For now, there’s only the night and this quiet air.

(Pre‑Chorus)

Someone will say, “Night is about loneliness,”

But I’ll say, “Night is about the right to be alone.”

Not because I have no one, but because right now I need

Just to sit in this silence and put myself back together piece by piece.

And that’s not weakness—it’s my way of growing stronger.

(Chorus)

The silence after midnight is like a soft blanket,

It hides everything that’s too bright and too painful by day.