The night is thine.
The waves crash the shore.
I can hear the moon calling to me.
Give me the night and make it mine.
As I gaze below the shipyard,
my thoughts are going haywire.
I seem to be lost in the cold breeze.
As I walk on the sand it feels like a graveyard.
Call to me,
will the night ever fall for me?
Was I just swimming to
end up drowning in me?
Will you give me the night,
and will you ever be mine?
I was yours before you knew.
The night, the night is thine...
- N.V. 🥀
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 12:04 PM UTC
The night is thine.
The waves crash the shore.
I can hear the moon calling to me.
Give me the night and make it mine.
As I gaze below the shipyard,
my thoughts are going haywire.
I seem to be lost in the cold breeze.
As I walk on the sand it feels like a graveyard.
Call to me,
will the night ever fall for me?
Was I just swimming to
end up drowning in me?
Will you give me the night,
and will you ever be mine?
I was yours before you knew.
The night, the night is thine...
- N.V. 🥀
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