The Death of Ivan Ilych - Kolya

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

We can only hide in shadows so long

Before we see we need the lights on

If i had rope

I could tie the alligator down

But these days he thinks often enough to do the opposite of what is expected of

him

And backed to be turned around and sideways to be stretched out

With his head in the clouds

We can only hide in shadows so long

Before we see we need the lights on

If i had rope

Id of decorated the whole word by now

Sees constellations in broken glass

Looking for the north star with no astrological map

My feet pound holes in the sidewalk that my ankles can’t climb

Stand independent with honesty for legs

Expectations casting shadows headfuls of advice in my stomach are rejected

whilst i become digested

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights off