The air is silent tonight, no more secrets;
everything is out in the blue.
The stars are unvoiced, no more whine;
nothing in the dark.

It was a night like this she said she loved him,
and it was that once, but
among all the lies didn’t sound true;
like dirt after the rain.

Jan never answered back, there was naught to say,
he had learn very young
that love is for kids and the rich
And he was the filth of the poor.

Not that it did matter,
after all the stars didn’t care
and the air was silent
like everything should have been.