I can't seem to find any time   Weak, dilated eyes, neon signs   When did truth become opinion?   Turn the volume down, not a sound      And all the brightest lights   this world can offer at night   it seems to me they just   cast shadows on all of us      Certain truths remain, blindness is not sight   And if none of us are wrong, none of us are right   Look at our condition, what do you see?   What seems half full to you is half empty to me      And you should realize   all the brightest lights   it seems to me they just   cast shadows on all of us      All the brightest lights   this world can offer at night   it seems to me they just   cast shadows on all of us