Bronagh's mother watched her toying with her food.
"Sit up straight, Bronnie," she chided, "and finish your dinner. Your father's ready to read you a story."
"I don't want to."
"Well, if you'd
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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...