In the crisp seclusion

Timid impulses hidden and turned

Dormant possibilities
Compromised and shadowed and turned away

In this suspension
This pre-pubescent age
The very real question of what will remain at the thaw

I don't know

And i know

Somewhere in the middle
I stood standing
I didn't know it but
I'd never understand it
No
There's no explanation
There's no answer

Lines crooked like the center of your hands and oh
I see it now
It's brighter when the lights are out

I see it now
It's brighter when the lights are out

Behind the closed door

It's turning off and on
The light from below blinks true

It blinks true

And what does it say to you

I see that raw spark sinking

The faded blinking and the big man winking at you

Somewhere in the middle
I stood standing

I didn't know it but
I'd never understand it no
There's no explanation
There's no answer
Lines crooked like the center of your hands and oh

I see it now
It's brighter when the lights are out

I see it now
It's brighter when the lights are out

I see it now
It's brighter when the lights are out

I see it now
It's brighter when the lights are out