Correatown - Sunset & Echo

When I go out on my own, I tell myself I'm not alone.
Going past the same old places. I'm looking for familiar faces.

When I go out on my own, I steal my heart, I'll never show.
All the worries on my mind, I smile hello and I walk on by.

But oooh, Here comes the light,
here comes the hardest part. Here comes the fight.
Ohhh, here comes the night,here comes the hardest part.
And here comes the fight. Quiet nights, mean quiet.
Quiet nights, mean quiet. Quiet nights mean quiet.

When we go out on our own, we tell ourselves we're not alone.
Going to our favorite places. We're looking for familiar faces.

Will I see you? Will you know my name? Will we care? Will we feel the same? And will we listen? Or will we talk? Will we laugh? Will we walk? I use to feel the quiet nights. I use to long for city lights. All the sounds and all the faces, and are you still captivated?

Ohhh, here comes the night. Quiet nights, mean quiet. Quiet nights, mean quiet. Quiet nights, mean quiet. Quiet nights, mean quiet.