I’m thinking that it might’ve been your thoughts
Your thoughts that burned out in the end
That wouldn’t friend again it was your thoughts
That turned out to be nothing at all
Light
I think that I thought there was light in you
But then
I think that I thought that there wasn’t too
With hooks for eyes I know it was you
You know I thought that with nails
And now again I cannot be certain
That your thoughts it was that burned out
Light
I think that I thought there was light in you
But then
I think that I thought that there wasn’t too
And now
I cannot be certain of either one
Light
Light and then you and then nothing at all
Light,
Wood with nails and
Hooks for eyes and then
It was nothing then
It was you then
Light…
