

Windows glowing in the dark
Neighbors talking through the walls
Every night feels paused halfway
Like the city lost its pulse
Coffee getting cold again
Same chair, same unfinished thoughts
I keep scrolling through old days
Trying not to count the hours
And everybody says
“It’s gonna pass someday”
But the silence in the room
Learns my name a little more
I miss the noise
I miss the accidental moments
Trains at midnight
Someone laughing somewhere below me
Now every streetlight feels far away
Like a memory underwater
We were holding onto tiny things
Just to make the week feel softer
Rain against the window frame
Delivery bags in empty trains
The world reduced to little squares
Frozen smiles and lagging names
Some nights I played the same old song
Just to feel the air still move
Not happy
Not devastated
Just trying to stay human too
And everybody changed
In quiet, invisible ways
Like pictures left in sunlight
Slowly fading at the edge
I miss the noise
I miss the unfinished conversations
Crowded stations
Small excuses to stay outside longer
Now every morning blurred the same
Late blue light across the ceiling
We were learning how to live
Inside invisible distances
Maybe one day
These rooms will only feel nostalgic
Maybe one day
We’ll forget how heavy silence was
But sometimes when the night gets still
And the screen light hits the floor
I remember who I was
Waiting for the world to reopen
- Lyricist
Valerie Enfield
- Composer
Valerie Enfield
- Producer
Valerie Enfield
- Synthesizer
Valerie Enfield
- Vocals
Jaina Doeve
- Programming
Valerie Enfield

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Valerie Enfield
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Stay High (instrumental)
Valerie Enfield
The 2020s have become an era of division and conflict. It all began with that great calamity that changed the world. While so many people are trying to leave those haunting memories behind, I felt that, at least in my music, I had to preserve the memory of that lonely time. This piece is my way of recording those moments before they fade from our collective memory.



