[00:02.822]The night draws down the evening screen,
[00:07.933]And pockets every might-have-been.
[00:12.956]It gathers all the broken threads,
[00:17.933]And weaves them into quiet beds.
[00:22.911]The day was loud and filled with noise,
[00:27.911]The night was meant to bring me poise.
[00:32.889]But something in my bones won't ease,
[00:37.956]It hums like restless honeybees.
[00:42.267]The night puts every star in place,
[00:47.289]And wipes the last blue from its face.
[00:52.200]But there's a hum inside my head,
[00:57.222]That won't lie down upon a bed.
[01:02.178]The night puts every star in place,
[01:07.178]And wipes the last blue from its face.
[01:12.122]But there's a stone inside my chest,
[01:16.456]That turns and turns without a rest.
[01:22.678]The day was loud and filled with noise,
[01:27.633]The night was meant to bring me poise.
[01:32.589]But something in my bones won't ease,
[01:37.611]It hums like restless honeybees.
[01:41.878]The night puts every star in place,
[01:46.900]And wipes the last blue from its face.
[01:51.811]But there's a hum inside my head,
[01:56.744]That won't lie down upon a bed.
[02:01.700]The night puts every star in place,
[02:06.700]And wipes the last blue from its face.
[02:11.589]But there's a stone inside my chest,
[02:15.922]That turns and turns without a rest.