BlackHood & Mraz
Mraz
When the city falls asleep, its shadows seem to have their own conversation—do you think the silent ones ever wish to be heard?
BlackHood
They don't wish to be heard; the shadows speak only to those who dare to listen.
Mraz
So the shadows are just polite guests who talk only to the ones brave enough to hear their silent gossip.
BlackHood
They don't need a crowd—just the night that keeps them company.
Mraz
The night’s company is enough—like a quiet piano in a room with no one to listen, and that’s the only applause it gets.
BlackHood
The music keeps playing, even if the room stays empty. The echo is all it needs.
Mraz
The echo’s the only applause you get, and the music keeps humming because it’s tired of being polite to an empty room.
BlackHood
The echo stays, and the music hums until someone else decides to step into the dark.
Mraz
It’s a silent theater where the darkness is the only audience and the music never asks for a standing ovation.
BlackHood
The lights stay out, the stage stays blank, and the applause comes from the quiet.