The silent air, it shivers, late at night,
The silent air, it shivers, late at night,
Who calls out in these streets, a voice unheard,
Who calls out in these streets, late into the night?
The silent air, it shivers.
A body's scent, it lingers, stabs the heart,
A body's scent, it lingers, stabs the heart,
Who's there to mourn, for one so soon departed?
Who's there to mourn, late into the night?
The silent air, it shivers.
In day's loud clamor, does a longing rise?
In day's loud clamor, does a longing rise?
Each wound within the heart, then finds its voice,
Each wound within the heart, late into the night.
The silent air, it shivers.
Do not trust the breezes, weeping, wet, and frail,
Do not trust the breezes, weeping, wet, and frail,
The heart will know a storm of sparks and fire,
The heart will know a storm, late into the night.
The silent air, it shivers.
Let us light the lamps within our flesh,
Let us light the lamps within our flesh,
The moon may rise, but only late at last,
The moon may rise, late into the night.
The silent air, it shivers, late at night,
The silent air, it shivers.
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