I was just a kid when Dad bought the Four Pines Motel. He called it a "diamond in the rough," but I couldn't see much promise in the shabby building with the mint green paint peeling off the siding ... [+]
The light that hurts my eyes turns low
Its image burned in my mind
I can’t shake the thought that I should know
The sun goes down ever so slow
Twilight moves like a snail across the sky
The light that hurts my eyes turns low
And in the silence that seems to grow
Sounds get louder with time
I can’t shake the thought that I should know
Whatever it was a few hours ago
Is not what it's become now
As the light that hurts my eyes turns low
The lake is bathed in a sunset glow
As the sun and I go to rest
And still I can’t shake the thought that I should know
Yet in the silence as the curtain closes on this twilight show
I feel as if I’ve found something that I can’t recognize
While the light that hurts my eyes turns low
And I can’t shake the thought that I should know...
Its image burned in my mind
I can’t shake the thought that I should know
The sun goes down ever so slow
Twilight moves like a snail across the sky
The light that hurts my eyes turns low
And in the silence that seems to grow
Sounds get louder with time
I can’t shake the thought that I should know
Whatever it was a few hours ago
Is not what it's become now
As the light that hurts my eyes turns low
The lake is bathed in a sunset glow
As the sun and I go to rest
And still I can’t shake the thought that I should know
Yet in the silence as the curtain closes on this twilight show
I feel as if I’ve found something that I can’t recognize
While the light that hurts my eyes turns low
And I can’t shake the thought that I should know...