L I G H T S

Fifteen months, tired lungs

Running away from the pain

For it is a boomerang

It keeps coming back

All we need is some light

Windowpane, acid rain

Scars from memories unspoken

Bought some flowers

For a funeral

All we need is some light

Listening to Oasis

Crying like a melting ice cream

This is dangerous, run away

Dial our own phone number

And call for help

It is hard to see things in the dark

Turn on the lights

We will come back to this pain again

For now

The brightest light we will see

Is in our eyes