Texty: Tyler Read. The Light, The Glass, The Transparency. Blink.

How do you know this? Have we been here?
Something to show for, when all the light has been taken from our eyes
Its a lot like breathing when the oxygen is depleted from the room
Its a lot like bleeding losing everything important to you

When the lights go down we say our farewells
Not forgetting the things weve found
When the lights go down, we'll say our goodbyes
Not regretting the things weve found

How would you like it? If it were you?
Standing in silence, mouthing everything that I could tell you
Ill take your reaction in the most optimistic way
Its a lot like blinking when you'd rather calmly turn and walk a way
And we are surrounded