Burning someway

As the night riders flash by...
And weekday buzz fades...
Late night silence becomes the only time...
To see the world, only in darkness and sounds...
No voices, no faces, just this time...
Silence that's less unsettling in time...
The darkness is fitting after the warmth is gone...
This is the place of belonging...
The rushing sounds and lingering haze Highlights...
Everything that don't always fit...
That's why in the end of nights this is it...