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