Quiet Nights

The lyrics describe a person longing for someone they love, feeling isolated and impatient as time drags on. Empty roads and a quiet night set a lonely scene, with the individual counting moments, waiting for their loved one to appear. The clock moves slowly, amplifying their yearning, while dreams and memories of the person keep them going despite the distance and separation. Stars and wandering streets symbolize the passage of time and their restless hope. The repeated refrain emphasises their desperate anticipation to reunite, see the person's face, and hold them close again, with a fading echo underscoring the depth of their longing. -------------------------------------- Empty streets, headlights glow, Wind moves papers down below. Air sits heavy, lungs feel tight, Waiting for your voice tonight. Clock hands drag, rooms stay bare, The air still smells like you were there. Curtains shift, the floorboards creak, But you’re the sound I really seek. Your voice is in the quiet hum, The distance fades, the wait feels numb. Holding on to what we built, Counting the hours till you come. Same old chair, same chipped cup, Left untouched, still waiting up. The night moves forward, slow and thin, Still listening for you to walk in. Footsteps echo down the hall, I turn too quick—but no one calls. A shadow moves, but not your face, Just passing time in an empty space. Shoes untied, the radio low, Counting steps across the floor. How long before I hear you breathe, Before the space between us leaves? Morning peeks through glass and steel, Another day without you, real. A sinking weight, a restless mind, Still chasing what’s been left behind. But maybe soon, the lock will turn, The air will shift, the coffee burn. A quiet knock, a heavy door, And I won’t wait anymore. Your voice is in the quiet hum, The distance fades, the wait feels numb. Holding on to what we built, Counting the hours till you come. Time moves slow, but I stay still... Still… still… still…