Aperture

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