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.