Waking Hour

The night is cold and quiet.
With a soft I hear.
Perfect to spend my time reminscing.
The night fills me with the chill of solitude.
Yes, here I am again.
Alone in this big empty space.
And it's been a while
that I've come to talk to you again.
It's quiet.
The world is sleeping.
I can do anything I wanna do.
But i don't wanna break the stillness of the night
and disturb their sleep.
Yet maybe I'll break the silence instead.
But by talking without saying...
Hey I can hear my thoughts.
Echoed in the sound of silence.