He moves through the quiet streets
Where time forgets to count
Something in the way he breathes
Pulls her thoughts inside out

He doesn’t ask (he doesn't ask)
He doesn’t stay (he doesn't stay)
Just turns her calm to disarray

He’s made of night, not black, not blue
Something between what’s false and true
She feels his presence, soft, unplanned
Like smoke that listens

Like air that understands

(Hey)
(Hey)
Like air that understands
(He-ey)

(He-e-ey)

He carries silence like a flame
Untamed, but never loud (hu-uh)

He doesn’t reach
He doesn’t run
Just bends her world
Then he’s gone

He’s made of night, not black, not blue
Something between what’s false and true
She feels his presence, soft, unplanned
Like smoke that listens

Like air that understands

(Hey)
(Hey)
Like air that understands

(He-ey)
(He-e-ey)
Like air that understands