Four Lyrics

Four - Sleeping At Last

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I'm turning out the lights

To remember how to see

'Til a renaissance takes place

And resuscitates the color of paint and divinity

As if God hid the building blocks

Of every beautiful thing

In this game of hide and seek

I can't help but think that ordinary has swallowed the key

Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust

For a moment we get to be glorious

Ice sculptures adorned in light

Sand castles built tall in between the tides

Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor

Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure

One day I'll wear it on my sleeve

The insignificant with the sacred unique

But I've fallen in love with a ghost

I lost my balance when I needed it most

And this blurry photograph is proof

Of what I'm not sure but it feels like truth

I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here

It's been forever since I came up for air

Flashlight in hand determined to find

Authenticity only poetry could even begin to try to describe

Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust

For a moment we get to be glorious

Get to be glorious

Get to be glorious

What if we already are

Who we've been dying to become

In certain light, I can plainly see

A reflection of magnificence

Hidden in you

Maybe even in me