Happiness is somewhere I have been before A blurry photograph that I have since ignored. I’ll carefully adjust the aperture once more, Until I set the record straight.
I’ll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright. I’ll be an editor, no, a curator of light. I’ll let my better angels always set me right, Until I even out the score. Until I even out the score.
God, it has been quite a year I’ve lived a little bit and I’ve died a little more. I know that I’ve asked it before, But please let the scale tip here in my favor.
What was once the sweetest melody I’ve heard Is now a memory reduced to little words. I’ll tune the orchestra and play the overture, Until I pinpoint every note.
Give me the heart of an archeologist, That I may dig until I prove that I exist. I subterranean cathedral in my midst, Where echos come to rest. Where echos come to rest. Is this where echos come to rest?
God, it has been quite a year I’ve lived a little bit and I’ve died a little more. I know that I’ve asked it before, But please let the scale tip here in my favor.
Until I set the record straight, Until I set the record straight, Until I can set the record straight.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
