The Projectionist

The Projectionist - Sleeping At Last

When I was young I fell in love with story

With the eleventh hour with the blaze of glory

The theater lights dim and all goes quiet

In the darkest of rooms light shines the brightest

When hands are tied and clocks are ticking

An audience convinced: we're leaning in

Holding our breath again

Just when we thought the game was over

The music lifts and our dying solider lives

And we breathe a sigh of relief

We're leaving we're leaving our shadows behind us now

We're leaving we're leaving it all behind for now

But even dust was made to settle

And if we're made of dust then what makes us any different

I guess we give what we've been given:

A family tree so very good at giving up

When we've had enough

Though truth is heavier than fiction

Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape

And it makes us brave again

And it makes us brave again

And it makes us brave

So we're leaving we're leaving our shadows behind us now

We're leaving we're leaving it all behind for now

And it makes us brave again

And it makes us brave

We're leaving we're leaving 'em all behind for now