A Woman in the Dark

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..