In the midnight time, most of truth are spoken.
An empty silence, an unexpected confession, an invisible thread connection.
Silent isn't empty, it's full of answer.
We fall, we dive, we hold each other.
How should be the best way to tell you this is real.
And she is just the way she is.
Beauty in mind, invading mine.
I rock the world telling she is great
And I am just the way I am.
Love the invasion, craving the sharp presence.