Erased from the darkness, [bad word] of decay fold like bones given back to the earth.  I’ll vacuum the spaces used to separate me from you, you from me, death from birth.  My aim is slightly high, in the silent night.  In the silent night.  If the stars can align all of man with night sky, then why can’t my heart mend the break?  But I’ll love you the same, cause it’s only a dream, and the dreamer is bound to awake.  My aim is slightly high.  In the silent night.  In the silent night.