Every town looks different
after everyone else has gone home.
Night Flicker closes Different Day with one last walk through familiar streets. Nothing remarkable happens. The lights are the same, the route is unchanged, but the quiet of the evening makes everyday places feel briefly unfamiliar before morning arrives again.
TV light flickers through half-closed blinds
Footsteps pass, someone heading home
Someone’s on the phone, arguing again
I keep walking like I haven’t heard
Old cinema doors, faded posters peeling
Rain hangs round though it’s stopped now
Catch my face in the shop glass for a second
Look away quick, not in the mood for it
Another shortcut, same old streets
Nothing waiting, nothing chasing me
Night flicker, windows glow
Places I’ve walked a thousand times before
Nothing special, nothing new
Just feels different walking through
Someone’s playing music too loud upstairs
Hands in pockets, hood pulled tight
Taxi rolls past without slowing down
A stray cat darts across the lane
Night flicker, windows glow
Places I’ve walked a thousand times before
Nothing special, nothing new
Just feels different walking through
Night flicker, windows glow
Places I’ve walked a thousand times before
Nothing special, nothing new
Just feels different walking through