Before the Night Ends

Sitting by the window,

smoked all my cigarettes.

The night is about to end,

stars are going to fade,

cats are going to sleep,

people prepare to wake.

Still, I haven't heard anything from you,

and the

silence feels heavier than the night itself.

The clock keeps moving forward,

but I'm standing in the same place.

Every passing minute carries another piece of your face.

Before the night ends,

before the sky turns blue,

I keep listening to the darkness hoping it will bring me back

to you. Before the birds begin singing,

before the morning breaks through,

I'm holding on to this silence because it's the closest thing to

you.

The streetlights are growing tired,

their golden eyes fading away.

The city slowly stretches toward another ordinary day.

A cold cup rests beside me,

filled with things I never said.

Your name keeps walking circles through the hallways of my head.

I thought the night was endless,

I thought waiting had a cure.

But every hour without you

only makes my heart less sure.

Before the night ends,

before the sky turns blue,

I keep listening to the darkness hoping it will bring me back

to you. Before the birds begin singing,

before the morning breaks through,

I'm holding on to this silence because it's the closest thing

to you.

Maybe you're asleep somewhere,

dreaming of another life.

Maybe I've become a memory,

softened by distance and time.

Still I leave the window open,

still I let the night come in,

as if the wind might carry

the words you never sent.

Now the night is ending,

and the stars have disappeared.

The world begins another day,

but I still wish you were here.

The sun arrives so gently,

yet it cannot pull me through.

Because some nights never really end

when they end without you. (ooh)