Silver Hours Half past twelve and the whole place shifts Loose conversation, little sideways grins Nobody counting what the minutes cost Nobody worried about what might get lost Quick thought, quick turn, quick answer, backtrack Three different plans packed into one text Laugh at the timing, change it again Nothing complicated, just a night with friends Silver hours Running through the night Silver hours Everything feels light No need to name it No need to make it last Silver hours Let the moment pass Fast little fragments, clipped little phrases Plans rearranging in familiar places Someone changes their mind, somebody disagrees Nobody bothered, everybody breathes One says maybe, another says later Someone disappears, then comes back minutes later Different directions, different opinions Still somehow landing in the same position Silver hours Running through the night Silver hours Everything feels light No need to name it No need to make it last Silver hours Let the moment pass I like the hours nobody owns The ones that arrive without asking permission No perfect ending waiting around Just people being people without overthinking it Quick step, quick shift, quick laugh, quick glance Plans get rewritten without needing a chance Nothing rehearsed, nothing carefully measured A night remembered because nobody pressured Small misunderstandings turning into jokes Serious for seconds, then everybody knows Leave the heavy stuff somewhere outside Tonight has enough room on its own side Silver hours Running through the night Silver hours Everything feels light No need to name it No need to make it last Silver hours Let the moment pass When morning comes, nothing needs explaining Some nights are better when they're left unlabelled No grand answer waiting at the end Just another night that felt good to spend
