Aperture Songtext - Sleeping At Last

Aperture - Sleeping At Last

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
A 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


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