Night and day
They give each other balance
To much of either is bad
Staying to long in this dark makes you lose hope.
Staying to long in this light makes you forget how you got there in the first place.
You lead me here into this dark
This dark that I will not leave
The blinds on the window open sometimes
But I'm still in this dark dark room.
With myself and a door that you're behind
But then all of a sudden you bring lamps into my room and turn the switches on and it's bright. This is the light I soak up. But as I'm soaking up this false ray of hope from your light you're bricking up my last window.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
Night and day
They give each other balance
To much of either is bad
Staying to long in this dark makes you lose hope.
Staying to long in this light makes you forget how you got there in the first place.
You lead me here into this dark
This dark that I will not leave
The blinds on the window open sometimes
But I'm still in this dark dark room.
With myself and a door that you're behind
But then all of a sudden you bring lamps into my room and turn the switches on and it's bright. This is the light I soak up. But as I'm soaking up this false ray of hope from your light you're bricking up my last window.
