Photophobia

Light is pouring through the leaves,
Falling over cobbled streets,
All this endless sky and sea,
Just the way it’s always been.
A light is turning on.
A light is turning on.
A light is turning
Off and on and off and on and on.
A freeze frame of a time,
A place for make believe,
Some space for us to fall,
In rooms designed for sleep.
A light is turning on.
A light is turning on.
A light is turning
Off and on and off and on and on.
A light is turning on.
A light is turning on.
A light is turning on.
And I can’t see you anymore.