The phone buzzes. Mona sends $101 to her younger brother who needs new glasses. He bought blue frames that sparkled against his brown eyes. The phone rings and Mona turns back from the hallway, racing ... [+]
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...