quiet

midnight, lock all the doors, and turn out the lights, feels like the end of the world, this sunday night, there's not a sound, outside the snow's coming down, and somehow i can't seem to find, the quiet inside my mind, 3:02, the space in this room, has turned on me, and all my fears have cornered me here, me and my tv screen, the volume's down, blue lights are dancing around, and still, i can't seem to find, the quiet inside my mind, daylight is climbing the walls, cars start and feet walk the halls, the world awakes and now i am safe, at least by the light of day