I'll swallow the sunlight...
In hopes that it will make me shine all the brighter...
But life is arranged by means of balance...
The light blooms, and the darkness becomes greater...
(Night falls every time I try to watch the sunrise.) 

I awoke to find that I had been burried...
And in a blind panic of which I have come to define myself
by...
Began to claw myself up out of the ground...
But I have come to see myself as clumsy, such a poor sense
of direction...
And at some point my journey up, became my journey down. 
(I'm burried alive everytime I try to touch the sky.) 

And so I think, perhaps this place is holding me back...
I'll take a row boat out into the ocean, to find a solid
borderline...
Capable of seperating an old and new life.
I got about halfway out before I realised my boat had been
full of holes the whole time...
And that I was going to drown before I even reached the
borderline.
(The wave overpowers me, evertime I try to swim far away.) 

I'll swallow the sunlight...
So that I might have the illumination to find some worth in
this life...
It didn't occur to me, not once 
While I was doing it...
That the more light you have...the greater your shadow
becomes. 

(My shadow swallows me...
Every time I find the light.)