The night (E534)

Blind down, hey hey, let the whole world fade, we roll into the night where our dreams are made. The city breathes slowly with rust in its bones, neon burns softly through windows and stones. The pillow becomes a castle where quiet thoughts hide, the blanket wraps around us, with the darkness inside. We fly without wings through a midnight blue, where dreams grow wild when the world says “you can’t do.” The bass hums low like thunder far away, the guitar tells stories that we never could say. Words fall like leaves on the cold, sleeping ground, every little rhyme leaves a trace of sound. Blind down, hey hey, let the shadows be kind, we roll into sleep and leave worries behind. Dream something sweet, hey hey, let fear disappear, while the dark sings softly of the ones we were here. We count no sheep, we count scars and light, little sparks of heaven in the velvet night. The telephone is silent, but the heartbeat sings, a worn-out melody with invisible wings. The moon paints silver on rooftops and rain, carrying our longing through pleasure and pain. Let every worry dissolve in the breeze, while stars sew a blanket through branches and trees. We wear our broken pieces like diamonds in disguise, then dance with the shadows underneath velvet skies. The night is our rhythm, our secret jazz song, turning all the sorrow we carried along. Blind down, hey hey, let the dream carry on, let morning wait softly until darkness is gone. When sunlight rises through the pale morning blue, we whisper goodnight to the old, and say hello to something new.