Silent air in loud mood the night is shaking in the lies of youth. The eyes move and the roles are played the truth is never made. Sit back day trippers and let the night sip on the laughter you give on. It takes the light radiating from that smile and converts it into an energy of expectations. Hands touch skin and eyes touch lips in hopes of true contact. Silent observer is alone in the adventure of new lingering nights. The moon light hits those observed eyes and lets them see the honest beating of a heavy heart. Keep up with that heavy heart. No one can lift it anymore. No one.