Walk a line between day and night
Natures clock, a way to keep things in order
But only half of us wake up at the right time
In the morning there’s a mirror in the hallway
That you stare in, displaying an image
A reflection of all the choices made
All the time you’ve invested in things other than yourself
From the hallway to the living room
Think it over slow, there’s a window that daylight hits
When it’s open you can hear it, the chaos in the streets
Every day routine sounds just like how today feels; familiar
Then the night strikes and you’ll find things to be different
You can feel it, so careless and free, so dark and poisoning
The night, warm blood and high spirits
At the time, the low light fit us perfect
Like the shade of your face under dim light
It kept me staring until the shade departs, when the day arrives
And I’m exposed to everything
The imperfections, the truth and lies
Light and dark, neither can survive at the same time
Only one lets you see
There’s beauty in survival, there’s beauty in leaving
