When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my
Eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light?
The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows didn’t rearrange it
No the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night
I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish for
Sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else
But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises
Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself

I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night
Well who else could I be when I can’t hardly see
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night
I’m no one if I’m NowHere in between

When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it
When I left the cave and swore I’d never go back?
If we can’t see each other then there’s no more use for hiding
I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black?
I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator
Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there
I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition
Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared

I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night
Well who else could I be when I can’t hardly see
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night
I’m no one if I’m NowHere in between