One… two…
The space between the tick and the tock…
That’s where we live…
The morning paints my wall in stripes of gold and grey
I pull the blanket up to keep the dream at bay
A phantom of your laughter, slowly fades away
Left with just an echo of the words you didn’t say
The city breathes outside my window, slow and deep
I’m counting little dust motes in the light, half asleep
This empty cup, this quiet, is a promise I must keep
With myself… till night falls again, so steep
And the day will spin its web of ordinary things
But in the silent gaps, my memory softly sings
Is it morning or night?
Does it matter in this soft, forgiving light?
When the world outside loses all its sharp and stubborn edges
Morning or night
Time unwinds, takes a flight
Just a feeling that I’m endlessly alright
‘Cause the only clock I follow is the rhythm of your quiet sighs
Morning or night
Now the neon signs are writing poems on the street
Shadows grow and dance to a different, slower beat
I put my headphones on to feel the phantom heat
Of a shared melody, a secret, bittersweet
The screen glows blue with messages I’ll never send
A constellation built of “what ifs” without an end
I trace the pixels softly with a finger, and pretend
That the silence is a message… from a friend
And the night will hold its breath for just a moment, then
It pours its tranquil blue through my window once again
Is it morning or night?
Does it matter in this soft, forgiving light?
When the world outside loses all its sharp and stubborn edges
Morning or night
Time unwinds, takes a flight
Just a feeling that I’m endlessly alright
‘Cause the only clock I follow is the rhythm of your quiet sighs
Morning or night
Maybe time’s not a line… it’s a pool where we can swim
In the deep end with our eyes closed, learning how to float within
Not chasing dawn or dusk, just the peace that they begin
When I let go of the chasing… let the quiet win…
Oh-oh, oh-oh…
Let the quiet win…
Is it morning or night?…
Does it matter in this soft, forgiving light?
When the world dissolves to just a warm and gentle blur around us…
Morning or night…
Our time unwinds, takes its flight…
And I am endlessly, endlessly alright…
‘Cause my compass and my clockface is the rhythm of your quiet sighs…
Morning or night…
Morning… or night…
Just your name in any light…
Morning…
The tick…
The tock…
The space…
Goodnight…