Lyric

Silence rules the city at 2 a.m

A small window melts into the blue night

The second hand frozen in the corner of my book

Ink-stained fingers, proof of every fight

I hand my weight to the sea of half-sleep

Unfinished equations turn into scattered stars

Behind my closed eyes, the curtain starts to rise

This lonely quiet is the prologue to applause

The light on my desk is my private spotlight

This hidden place will be the greatest stage someday

I mix my tear-colored blue with dreams, paint tomorrow

For now it’s still a secret—

My midnight rehearsal

A tower of notebooks, I look up past the edge

Ink turns magic, unfolding maps of the future

Beyond these worn and faded pages

Is the view I have to go and meet

A trembling floor lit up by a single light

While the whole world sleeps, my heart is singing

The desk-top spotlight shines on my own story

This hidden heat will become someone’s courage one day

Even drowsy eyes are on my side tonight

I burn the image in—

A rehearsal I know is real

Even as pre-dawn colors fill the room

This pounding in my chest won’t fade away

I’m ready now—

Lift your face

The light on my desk is my private spotlight

This unknown place is my greatest stage right now

I mix my tear-colored blue with dreams, paint tomorrow

Today is the rehearsal

For leaping into the future

Someday I’ll hear the applause with these ears

Until then, I grip my pen again

At 2 a.m

The lead role is mine