歌手:Sleeping at Last
专辑:《Yearbook》

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