One more night, the man in the moon grows older.
Every night a little colder.
Your face is a perfect dream in a sea of sunlight, slowing down in-between heartbeats.
We rise only to fall again.
We rephrase the madness with the night as a canvas to express compassion - despair - betrayal.
In-between heartbeats.
All the time and all life long I deny the bygone night in the hollow cage of my bones.
Faith will lead the way to hearse the world.
Believe in nothing and nothing will release you.
Believe.
