It\'s silent except for the bustle of thoughts
The occasional cricket or snore
And the connecting of dots
But the world at 2 AM is quiet
The shadows dance on walls
And the clock sleepily ticks by
The bed is warmly wrapped in blankets and shawls
And it comes to a still
Planes pass swiftly through the dark
Cars calmly roll through streets
And the birds settle down in the park
Hearts slowing to a few beats
The world at 2 AM
Is quiet until the morning starts
And people begin their commutes on the tram
All quiet until it finally departs