The city's just a painting, fading into grey
A silhouette of buildings where the daylight doesn't stay
I hear the distant traffic, a slow, electric sigh
Beneath a ceiling full of stars that someone drew on high
My coffee cup is empty, just a ring of what has been
A silent conversation with the shadows on the tin
I'm just a woman in the dark
A quiet, beating, waiting spark
The world is loud, but in this room
There's nothing but the gentle gloom
And all the faces that I wear
Are floating, suspended in the air
I'm just a woman in the dark
Learning where the edges start
The fridge hums a lonely anthem, a vibration in the bones
I'm tracing cracks upon the wall I've memorized in tones
A siren paints a streak of blue, then fades into the black
A reminder of a storyline I don't need to track
This blanket is a kingdom, this sofa is a shore
I don't need to be anything, or be something more
I'm just a woman in the dark
A quiet, beating, waiting spark
The world is loud, but in this room
There's nothing but the gentle gloom
And all the faces that I wear
Are floating, suspended in the air
I'm just a woman in the dark
Learning where the edges start
And here the thoughts can finally swim
No performance, no sharpened rim
Just the echo of my breath, the rhythm of the night
Not wrong, not right
Just a quiet, deep-sea light
A woman in the dark
A woman in the dark
Let the night-time be my ark
Just a woman in the dark..