When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my
eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light?
The room Iâm in is still the same, the shadows didnât rearrange it,
no the only thing thatâs changed is how I see at night.
I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish for
sunshine when the morningâs somewhere else.
But I canât change what time it is or dilate my irises.
Only what I look at, and Iâm looking at myself.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
Well who else could I be when I canât hardly see.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
Iâm no one if Iâm NowHere in between.
When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it
when I left the cave and swore Iâd never go back?
If we canât see each other then thereâs no more use for hiding
Iâve decided Iâll abide it, why deny the color black?
Iâm not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator.
Damn my eyes for seeing whatâs not there.
Iâll trade in vision for a practiced intuition
Till my fears come to fruition Iâm not scared.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
Well who else could I be when I canât hardly see.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
Iâm no one if Iâm NowHere in between.
The future must know where youâve been,
the past predicts the state youâre in.
The present did and will not last, is. isnât. was. Have. hasnât. has.
All that I ask is, keep those empty frames.
If nobodyâs in them, then no one is to blame.
For your self-portraits, sign another name.
Who can I be now, if Iâll never be the same?
I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night
Well who else could I be, if I canât fucking see?
I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night
Iâm nowhere now hereâs no one now to be.
And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?
Iâll stay awake tonight.