Quiet Time

When the night becomes quiet, I sit beside the light.

A gentle lo-fi rhythm makes the moment feel right.

I watch the little shadows moving softly on the wall,

And every passing second feels slower than them all.

I don’t ask the silence to go away.

I let it stay with me at the end of the day.

This is my quiet time when the world feels small,

When the calm in the air starts to cover it all.

I don’t need more than the sound that I hear,

Because every simple note brings my heart near.

Yeah, this is my quiet time when the world feels small.

I breathe a little deeper as the minutes drift along.

The soft and steady rhythm feels like a gentle song.

I follow every pattern as it slowly fills the room,

And the peaceful little echoes take away the gloom.

I don’t ask the silence to go away.

I let it stay with me at the end of the day.

This is my quiet time when the world feels small,

When the calm in the air starts to cover it all.

I don’t need more than the sound that I hear,

Because every simple note brings my heart near.

Yeah, this is my quiet time when the world feels small.

I don’t rush the moment when it feels this warm.

I let the gentle rhythm keep me safe from the storm.

And when tomorrow comes with a brighter view,

I’ll still remember the peace I found tonight, too.

This is my quiet time when the world feels small,

When the calm in the air starts to cover it all.

I don’t need more than the sound that I hear,

Because every simple note brings my heart near.

Yeah, this is my quiet time when the world feels small.