I heard a story once
About a man who lost his sight
For three days
He watched the lights go out
Of everything he knew
You should've seen the look on his face
When they returned to chase away
The things that he'd imagined in their place
None of it was true
None of it was true
He watched the lights go out
Of everything he knew
But none of it was true
I think the reason that it stuck with me
Is that I envied him in a way
I wonder if he's ever had to sleep
With all the lights on just in case
Would he still be afraid?
Would he still be afraid?
And am I anything like him?
Staying up late, mind racing
Hands stained with paint
Hoping the colours don't fade
You should've seen the look on his face
You should've seen the look on his face
He watched the lights go out
Of everything he knew
But none of it was true
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
I heard a story once
About a man who lost his sight
For three days
He watched the lights go out
Of everything he knew
You should've seen the look on his face
When they returned to chase away
The things that he'd imagined in their place
None of it was true
None of it was true
He watched the lights go out
Of everything he knew
But none of it was true
I think the reason that it stuck with me
Is that I envied him in a way
I wonder if he's ever had to sleep
With all the lights on just in case
Would he still be afraid?
Would he still be afraid?
And am I anything like him?
Staying up late, mind racing
Hands stained with paint
Hoping the colours don't fade
You should've seen the look on his face
You should've seen the look on his face
He watched the lights go out
Of everything he knew
But none of it was true
Lyrics that I came up with during a pleasantly unexpected two day outburst of creativity. I even had the exact melody and structure of the song planned out as I was writing this. Luck?
Thematically, I think it works well as an epilogue to the sort of story arc of "And While We're All Still Here."
