Maybe so, maybe no one knows and all we have is hope. Maybe so, but then who’d know?
We search for all our lives, it stays just out of sight. Something’s in the light, will only show in ultraviolet.
Tell the truth, it’s the colors not the shapes that haunt you. Close your eyes, they still bleed through.
I searched for all my life, it stayed just out of sight. With nothing left to try, I stared straight at the light. It burned out both my eyes. I was caught between two nights, death and waiting blind, but I finally saw in ultraviolet.
There’s a voice hid in the silence. There’s a vision in the violence. There’s a first kiss when the light hits. On a shattered lens a bit shines through in ultraviolet.
