Tonight is made of silences and oh, and the time between them. But why should I still try to prove it all, if you don't believe it. The world is silent, made for us, the words are mine to say. What's the use in trying, when you know where the time is going. Hear your world beginning as the days divide. See the dawn birds flying in and out of sight. I can hear the music play, maybe I will love you still. I can see your mystery lifted high against the moon. I can hear what you don't say, maybe I will love you still. I can see your spirit lifted high against the moon. Hear your world beginning as the days divide. See the dawn birds flying in and out of sight.