Bucket of Blue

I like to turn off the lights just to see what I see
I like to stare at the dark 'til it stares back at me
I like to poke philosophical bears in the teat
I like to wonder what makes up the ground at my feet
I really do
I like to chew on ideas that should send you to sea
I like to think of the worst things that happened to me
I like to dwell on the demons that roam in my dreams
I like to think I'm not falling apart at the seams
And if it's joy you need, I've got some for you
But it comes in a bucket of blue
All my happiness is laced with some sadness too

But don't
Be afraid of the dark
It's a way
To tell the dull from the spark
It's a choice
When the only alternative's grey
And don't
Be afraid of the night
Don't you run
From the feelings that bite
Every night leads you into the day

I like to turn off the lights 'cause I don't like to see
All of the doors in the daytime that still need a key
I like to think I'm immune to debilitating fears
I'm not afraid, you're afraid, these are happiness tears
I'll admit that I'm a little bit grim
A consequence of this miasma I'm in
Marinated in the soup of disease and sin

But don't
Be afraid of the dark
It's a way
To tell the dull from the spark
My despair
Is a blanket that I cling to
I cling to
So don't
Be afraid of the night
Don't you run
From the feelings that bite
Every soul's just a little bit blue
Every soul's just a little bit blue
Every soul's just a little bit blue