The night is getting darker, soon the stars will be falling down to rescue us. Sing a song for me, lift me higher with your words, sing that cold melody. So follow me onto the moonlit sidewalk, and take my hand, grip it tighter, don't let it go. Passions taking over skies, leaving sand behind for them to choke on. They'll try to speak negatively about us, but they can't say another word. They'll realize, jealousy, has taken over their minds. And the words they try and break me down with, they only makes us stronger.