They say the light returns each day,

That shadows break, and drift away

But I’ve been standing here so long…

The dawn feels more like a cruel con

They speak of warmth, of golden skies

Colors blooming behind their eyes

But all I know is frigid air—

A world that watches… but doesn’t care

I don’t believe in the sun

Not the way they say it shines

Maybe once, I felt it too

But now it only lives in lines

That other people write, and sing

Like a story I was never in

I don’t believe in the sun

And I don’t remember when I did

The trees still grow… the clocks still turn

But nothing cuts through what I’ve learned

You can paint a room in yellow light

And still feel frozen every night

And if it’s out there—burning high

Why can’t I see it, when I try?

Why does my skin forget the flame…?

Why do the hours feel the same?

I don’t believe in the sun

Not the way they say it warms

I walk through gold, but come undone

Like snow caught in a summer storm

I hear them speak of softer days…

But I don’t know that kind of grace

I don’t believe in the sun

And maybe it’s better that way

So let them bask, and let them burn

I’ll keep the silence I have earned

They’ll chase the light until they’re gone…

But I’ll stay here…

Where the sun… never was

I walk through gold, but come undone

Like snow caught in a summer storm

I hear them speak of softer days…

But I don’t know that kind of grace

I don’t believe in the sun

And maybe it’s better that way

So let them bask, and let them burn

I’ll keep the silence I have earned

They’ll chase the light until they’re gone…

But I’ll stay here…

Where the sun… never was