Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Written at Night , by - Uncommon NasaRelease date: 03.08.2017
Song language: English
Written at Night |
| It’s glorious |
| Quiet beauty (Shh) |
| Silent stirs |
| Black like garbage bags in the night |
| Dark corners of light, glimmers |
| In and out of sleep on the way home |
| The first time seeing it, seeing this part of town or that part dark |
| Sparked but it’d be years apart before I called it art |
| I’m the first one to see the sunrise, this one’s mine |
| Two for the price of one, I’ve seen both suns in one day |
| While this untamed |
| The randomness can leave you thinking for a long time |
| Out all night, it’s just right |
| Quarters and payphones, but no ones home (wah?) |
| Sleep like I should be, but I’m a would be, could be city kid |
| Instantly paying dues and bids |
| My future rests on no beds |
| Like the first time that I saw it |
| Pitch dark, fluorescent light, ships through the night |
| Each step is more toward paranoia (watch out) |
| But peace is in the autonomy of these choices |
| Danger is freedom, fear on my behalf is emboldening |
| Like I carry all the concern with me |
| Strengthening my stance in every step, collected breath |
| I did this (me) |
| And when I finally do lay down my head |
| You’re best to know I found my life’s calling till I’m dead (till I’m dead) |
| I was smoking all night |
| I was smoking all night |
| Never missed a flight |
| Carry-on full of old soul |
| Everything cool still, climate control |
| I was soaring all morning |
| I was soaring all morning |
| Louder in a bong |
| Captain on the intercom |
| Surrogate sunrise on silver wing |
| I know the dreams that silver bring |
| Came through with riddles for kings |
| White man at the feet of the sphinx |
| Brought low as the sun rose |
| High as the sky fell |
| Prepare for landing, unbuckle seat belt |
| Gravity is my copilot |
| Iron island in the iris |
| Lego city from here so pretty |
| Take pity Lord, don’t let them get me |
| Russian nail, concrete charcoal clouds |
| Choppy water, drab Mexican brown |
| What goes up |
| Goes up |
| Just breaking the first forty-eight in |
| The conversation broke innovation |
| None will be recalled yet lost with greatness, patience |
| Light years measured here, be clear |
| You block him I pin holes in |
| Pupils sweating, heavy satin packing luggage |
| Posted Joe public in this private setting |
| Letting it all get to me now |
| It all fits in the saying |
| Breath of fresh air is cooler now than the AM |
| If I close down shop now |
| I could’ve been space and time minus the old bloke in a lab coat |
| In his bubble that’s the companion |
| The man that was the horizon to peep his light show, a siren |
| Fly new rounds doing back flips through my synapses |
| At this junction |
| Veterans in the style of loud consumption |
| Puffing, puffing you got the Faust? |
| now |
| Stopped in the crowd on rooftop when 2Pac dropped |
| Walking the line between D-Pac? |
| and slutty money shots |
| Commotion at this hour could be the slightest snap of an oak twig |
| Channeling the John McClane Haley Jo sent (I see dead people) |
| When the sun rise my walk in life might parallel hypnosis |
| Against advice from tonight’s attorney I take two more sips |
| And try to gauge which danger unseen remains the closest |
| Here lies yesterday, tomorrow and today |
| Here lies the month, next year and years away |
| Here lies our latest attempt at eternity before daybreak |
| When too early coexists with too late (too late) |