Sleeping at Last Yearbook August :D Only one more EP left though. This = sadness.
Page 28
Have you read the script?
Could you picture it?
...is it worth the risk?
Everything I love
Is on the line
On these neon signs
But I need to know - when you looked away
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I said?
Well okay, okay I need you more than I did before
Now that the concrete is nearly set
Here in the second act I'm living in repair
Strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear
And there on page 28 I'm so tired of drying glue
I begin my grand attempt at building something new
Though I tend to write
The epiphany more immediately
I guess I'm trusting that there's such a thing
As elegance in dissonance
God, I'm skeptical of pulling scenes
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I said?
Please don't get me wrong - I still need your help
As history repeats itself
Here in the aftermath I'm pulling at the seams
Strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine
And there on page 29 I find "new" and make it mine
But I can't help casting shadows on all I leave behind
Maybe I could afford to change a bit
Even let go of the reigns?
Every torn out page was worth the risk
Now that the stakes have been raised
So here in the final draft
I've given all I have
Strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan
There's nothing left on the page, but I'm ok with that
For I found my resolution
Was designed for stronger hands
No Argument
Like starting war
Like spilling ink
LIke the empty street
You swore you saw
Before you blinked
There's no second though
There's no turning back
There's no calling off
This avalanche
Every day now spent
Underneath white flags
Every intention eclipsed
By every stain of the past
There's no argument
Fairness is a ghost
There's no argument
It is a rare bird at most
But every sighting is proof
And every heart-beat proves it too
That only love can change the shape
Of such permanent truths
Of such permanent truths
Such permanent truth
Page 28
Have you read the script?
Could you picture it?
...is it worth the risk?
Everything I love
Is on the line
On these neon signs
But I need to know - when you looked away
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I said?
Well okay, okay I need you more than I did before
Now that the concrete is nearly set
Here in the second act I'm living in repair
Strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear
And there on page 28 I'm so tired of drying glue
I begin my grand attempt at building something new
Though I tend to write
The epiphany more immediately
I guess I'm trusting that there's such a thing
As elegance in dissonance
God, I'm skeptical of pulling scenes
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I said?
Please don't get me wrong - I still need your help
As history repeats itself
Here in the aftermath I'm pulling at the seams
Strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine
And there on page 29 I find "new" and make it mine
But I can't help casting shadows on all I leave behind
Maybe I could afford to change a bit
Even let go of the reigns?
Every torn out page was worth the risk
Now that the stakes have been raised
So here in the final draft
I've given all I have
Strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan
There's nothing left on the page, but I'm ok with that
For I found my resolution
Was designed for stronger hands
No Argument
Like starting war
Like spilling ink
LIke the empty street
You swore you saw
Before you blinked
There's no second though
There's no turning back
There's no calling off
This avalanche
Every day now spent
Underneath white flags
Every intention eclipsed
By every stain of the past
There's no argument
Fairness is a ghost
There's no argument
It is a rare bird at most
But every sighting is proof
And every heart-beat proves it too
That only love can change the shape
Of such permanent truths
Of such permanent truths
Such permanent truth
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