Made of Night

He moves through the quiet streets, Where time forgets to count. Something in the way he breathes, Pulls her thoughts inside out. He doesn't ask, he doesn't state. Just turns her calm to disarray. He's made of night, not black, Not blue. Something between what falls and true. She feels his presence, soft, Unplanned. Like smoke on listen, Like air that understands. Hey, Like air understands. Hey, hey. He carries silence like a flame, Untamed but never loud. He doesn't reach, He doesn't run. Just bend her world, Then he's gone. He's made of night, not black, Not blue. Something between what falls and true. She feels his presence, soft, unplanned. Like smoke on listen, Like air that understands. Hey, Like air that understands. Hey, hey. Like air that understands.