Laura Marling

I have travelled past your window many times.
I find your face too hard to define.
I can touch you hollow thing.
You plague my mind.
I can never go outside.
I will never go back to being blind.
I have wondered what you're doing everyday since last I asked.
Are your cheeks hollow?
I don't like your eyes dark.
I need shine, I need shine, I need shine.
Step away from my light, I need shine.