At 10 A.M., Wells Beach, Maine was too quiet.
I should've been in New York City, working at the publishing house that offered me that internship back in March. I should've been waking up at 7 A.M
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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...