The dial turns to eleven,
Before it seemed it was only seven.
The sun seemed to set,
Before it ever rose.
The windows are covered,
Before you could see the dark.
The dark is something,
Something you needed to see.
Your eyes are closed,
Before they were ever open.
You'll fail to see,
Just what needs to be.
The dial is almost at twelve,
Before it seemed it was only seven.
The sun is set.
Open your eyes,
Because the sun will rise again.