Craig Moorhead - Quantity of Light 2 = My Plight

There's not a lot to say
I'm just dying to get away
Look to Pope's cube to find a clue
And I'm not looking back at you
'Cause there's no gentle thing today

Kick out my scheme and lock the door
There'll be no payback while I'm poor
I keep the lights out while I change
No part of me that isn't strange

Think this is what I had in store
I can see past twenty-four
Starved myself to fit a grave
I'm the O-T-H-H whore

Quantity of light to equal my plight
Quantity of light to equal my plight

Four nights when I was bright
I had me a little fight
Between my heart and loyalty
I can't find room enough to sleep

Think this is what I had in store
I can see past twenty-four
Starved myself to fit a grave
I'm the O-T-H-H whore

Quantity of light to equal my plight
Quantity of light to equal my plight

This is a ballad to my crueller side

This is an opera for my lesser side
The one that drives me and I cannot deny
That there's a pain in my left side
It keeps me high
It keeps me so high
If I can't bleed then I can't die
And what's the fun if I can't die

This is a ballad to my crueller side
Miles fading
Fading miles fade
It needs a jumpstart every time
I wanna keep it
I wanna blow it away
I forget through distance and night
Her amount of light equals my plight

Quantity of light equals my plight
Quantity of light equals my plight

Written by:
Craig Moorhead

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