The Lights from Step Outside by rhob cunningham

Never could have reckoned it could come to this
Why'd we need to?
Playing the window; to hide.

The lights, you could never see so many
In from the cold they come

Be they sparks, be they suns, they all need the darkness to spring from

Colouring the walk with your crayon eyes
Every picture a rediscovered guide.

The lights?
You could never see so many
In from the cold they come

Be they fire diagnosed
or when your eyes are closed,
aloud or as quiet as they come

Be they faint
Be they bright
An unexpected sight to build from
I could go on and on
Be they sparks, be they suns, they all need the darkness to spring from

• Alternative
• Ireland
• acoustic folk pop
• Dublin