The sounds your brain makes in the morning
Are different than the sounds it makes at night
There is a difference of opinion
In the difference of dark and light
The sun and sound play realistic games
Over and over again
While the moon and the hounds
Wake up your primal pain
If the answer were to come in the dark
Would you be there?
I'd rather see what I can't see
Than know what is for sure
The daylight will make it harder to bear
The sun shining in your flowing hair
The pain of knowing what can never be
The pain of knowing no you, no me
The sounds your brain makes in the morning
Are different than the sounds it makes at night
There is a difference of opinion
In the difference of dark and light
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