So, you think I’m a pessimist?
Well, I think I’m pretty optimistic sometimes.
The room is pitch black, my friend;
You’ll trip and fall if you don’t watch your step.
But under the crack of that door there’s some light.
Be it fluorescent, be it natural; it’s still something.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel;
The dark channel that the train might crash in.
The fact that you didn’t dance at all tonight,