Quiet now
The lights are tired
Let the night take you by the hand

I’m the soft collapse after laughter, the dim room after the crowd,
The echo of a festival folded into a shroud
Your feet still feel the drumline, your ears still ring with cheer,
But I am the gentle eraser that makes the ringing disappear
Lay down your borrowed bravery, lay down your borrowed face,
Lay down the frantic proving, the sprint, the chase, the race
The world can keep its questions like coins inside a jar—
I’ll close the lid of silence and swallow every star

Breathe in, breathe out, let the edges blur
Your name is getting smaller
That’s not a curse—it’s my work

Sleep, sleep—deeper than sorrow,
Deeper than the clock can follow
Let your mind unhook its wire,
Let your body lose desire
Sleep, sleep—sweet and severe,
I’ll take your fear and fold it here
If living is a fevered climb,
Then rest is a kinder crime—
Come down, come down, into mine

Mm… into mine…
Mm… into mine…

I’m the old black river under every bed,
The patient little nowhere where the restless go to shed
Their sharpest thoughts, their jagged loves, their bright, exhausted will,
I smooth them into nothing like water smoothing millstone still
They tell you: "Wake and work again, tomorrow needs your hands"
But tomorrow is a hungry god that never understands
So let me be the one god who asks for nothing back—
Just your eyelids, just your breathing, just the loosening of the lock

Breathe in, breathe out, let the edges blur
Your name is getting smaller
That’s not a curse—it’s my work

Sleep, sleep—deeper than sorrow,
Deeper than the clock can follow
Let your mind unhook its wire,
Let your body lose desire
Sleep, sleep—sweet and severe,
I’ll take your fear and fold it here
If living is a fevered climb,
Then rest is a kinder crime—
Come down, come down, into mine

But listen—
I’m not the nap
I’m not the pause

I’m the door that doesn’t swing back
I’m the sentence with no because
I’m the mercy that scares the faithful,
I’m the lullaby that lasts

You’ve seen me in hospital halls,
in winter rooms, in empty chairs,
in the way a candle suddenly forgets it was a flame

Some call me peace
Some call me theft
Some call me destiny
when they run out of breath

I don’t chase you
I don’t judge you
I simply wait—
and I am excellent at patience

Close your eyes
目を閉じて
Just for a moment
ほんの一瞬だけ

Let the room become a tide
Let your thoughts become fish
Let the last regret float up and pop

Shh…
No more "should"
No more "if"
No more "someday"

Only weight
Only warm
Only away

The sound gets thin, the colors drain,
The party’s glitter turns to rain
Your heartbeat slows, a dim refrain,
A ferry leaving human pain
You try to hold one memory tight—
It slips. It slips. It slips. Goodnight

Sleep, sleep—deeper than sorrow,
Deeper than the clock can follow
Let your mind unhook its wire,
Let your body lose desire
Sleep, sleep—sweet and severe,
I’ll take your fear and fold it here
If living is a fevered climb,
Then rest is a kinder crime—
Come down, come down, into mine

Sleep, sleep—under the sea,
Where even names can’t follow me
Let your story lose its spine,
Let the end feel soft and fine
If you’re tired of being brave,
If you’re tired of being "fine"
I’ll give you quiet without a price,
I’ll give you dark that doesn’t bite
And if you never wake again—
Then nothing can hurt you ever again

Quiet now
The lights are tired
Let the night take you by the hand
Sleep…
Sleep…
Sleep…