The Quiet Hours
Drift
When the world forgets you exist. Vocals inhabit the nocturnal gap, the sound of time that belongs only to the awake. This track is the hours no one else uses.
Lyrics
Three AM the apartment changes
Becomes a stranger's place I'm borrowing
The fridge hums secrets to the ceiling
The walls have memories I haven't seen
These quiet hours belong to no one
That's why I like them
No one asking where I've been
No one waiting up
Cold water from a glass
The small ceremony of insomnia
I used to hate the nights I couldn't sleep
Now they feel like finding rooms I didn't know I had
These quiet hours belong to no one
That's why I like them
No one asking where I've been
No one waiting up
Maybe loneliness is just a word
For all this space to think
And maybe three AM is just the hour
The masks come off
No one waiting up
No one waiting
Variations
- The Quiet Hours 2:42
- The Quiet Hours (Variation) 2:57