when the sun is its most bright, stare into its light, do not close your eyes. let it burn into your mind, then look left, look right. let it make you blind. oh, isn't that a fright, burned into eternal night, that someone decides is right. when the days run long and late, darkness gives me pause while i lie awake. sleep is never long enough, lying in this heat, i forget to breathe. oh, isn't that the way, sun hides itself away, still it's hot as day.
according to Wye Oak:
when the sun is its most bright, stare into its light, do not close your eyes. let it burn into your mind, then look left, look right. let it make you blind. oh, isn't that a fright, burned into eternal night, that someone decides is right. when the days run long and late, darkness gives me pause while i lie awake. sleep is never long enough, lying in this heat, i forget to breathe. oh, isn't that the way, sun hides itself away, still it's hot as day.