Goodnight, My Friends

Navi

dark atmospheric trap, alt R&B, melodic rap

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

The city is breathing
under my skin.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I say I am leaving,
but I let you in.

Late night,
blue light,

phone face down
by the bedside.

No fight,
no pride,

just a little rain
on the outside.

I have been quiet
for a long time,

kept my heart
on a low line.

Everybody wants
a clean sign,

but I speak better
in the night-time.

Windows glow
like they know me,

streets move slow
when I am lonely.

I say less
when it gets real,

I hide pain
in a smooth feel.

You can hear it
in the bassline,

you can see it
in the half-smile.

I am guarded,
but I still bleed.

I say nothing,
but I still need.

Do not call it sadness.
Do not call it love.

It is something colder
falling from above.

Do not ask for answers.
Do not ask me why.

Some men learn to disappear
before they say goodbye.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

The city is breathing
under my skin.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I say I am leaving,
but I let you in.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I keep my voice low,
I keep my hands clean.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

If you see me in the dark,
do not ask where I have been.

Black coat,
cold room,

small moon
in the rear-view.

One drink,
old tune,

same ghost
with a new view.

There is a train card
you left in my drawer,

I do not need it,
but I keep it like a door.

I have got names
I do not open,

little things
I leave unspoken.

You might think
I am only joking,

but the softest part
is broken.

Not loud.
Not gone.

Just tired
of holding on.

Not cruel.
Not free.

Just someone
I used to be.

Every message
has a shadow,

every touch
has an echo.

I move light
through the city,

but the night
moves with me.

Do not call it madness.
Do not call it fate.

I have learned the art
of feeling slightly late.

Do not stand too close now.
Do not move too far.

I am only half-defended
where the real things are.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

The city is breathing
under my skin.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I say I am leaving,
but I let you in.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I keep my voice low,
I keep my hands clean.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

If you see me in the dark,
do not ask where I have been.

Maybe I am only tired.

Maybe I am only cold.

Maybe every guarded heart

is just a child
that grew old.

When I say goodnight to you,

I mean a thousand years
of stay.

I do not want saving.

I do not want praise.

I just want one night

where the dark
does not feel like a maze.

Maybe I do not want an end.

Maybe I just need the night

to call me
friend.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

The city is breathing
under my skin.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I say I am leaving,
but I let you in.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I kept my voice low,
I kept my hands clean.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

But something in the dark
still knows what I mean.

Goodnight, my friends.
Goodnight again.

I say I am leaving,
but I let you in.

And I will do it again.

Every night.
Every night.

3160/7500

Goodnight, My Friends Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. The city is breathing under my skin. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I say I am leaving, but I let you in. Late night, blue light, phone face down by the bedside. No fight, no pride, just a little rain on the outside. I have been quiet for a long time, kept my heart on a low line. Everybody wants a clean sign, but I speak better in the night-time. Windows glow like they know me, streets move slow when I am lonely. I say less when it gets real, I hide pain in a smooth feel. You can hear it in the bassline, you can see it in the half-smile. I am guarded, but I still bleed. I say nothing, but I still need. Do not call it sadness. Do not call it love. It is something colder falling from above. Do not ask for answers. Do not ask me why. Some men learn to disappear before they say goodbye. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. The city is breathing under my skin. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I say I am leaving, but I let you in. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I keep my voice low, I keep my hands clean. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. If you see me in the dark, do not ask where I have been. Black coat, cold room, small moon in the rear-view. One drink, old tune, same ghost with a new view. There is a train card you left in my drawer, I do not need it, but I keep it like a door. I have got names I do not open, little things I leave unspoken. You might think I am only joking, but the softest part is broken. Not loud. Not gone. Just tired of holding on. Not cruel. Not free. Just someone I used to be. Every message has a shadow, every touch has an echo. I move light through the city, but the night moves with me. Do not call it madness. Do not call it fate. I have learned the art of feeling slightly late. Do not stand too close now. Do not move too far. I am only half-defended where the real things are. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. The city is breathing under my skin. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I say I am leaving, but I let you in. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I keep my voice low, I keep my hands clean. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. If you see me in the dark, do not ask where I have been. Maybe I am only tired. Maybe I am only cold. Maybe every guarded heart is just a child that grew old. When I say goodnight to you, I mean a thousand years of stay. I do not want saving. I do not want praise. I just want one night where the dark does not feel like a maze. Maybe I do not want an end. Maybe I just need the night to call me friend. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. The city is breathing under my skin. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I say I am leaving, but I let you in. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I kept my voice low, I kept my hands clean. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. But something in the dark still knows what I mean. Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight again. I say I am leaving, but I let you in. And I will do it again. Every night. Every night.

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