Sleeping At Last

[fox69]

"Next To Me"

"Next To Me"


Oh, our futures were written with crayons in coloring books
It was misspelled and outside the lines and we loved how it looked
Like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress
And the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness
I know since we've grown, we ache for those memories
Honestly, nothing's even compared to you next to me, next to me

When the words came to you for the first time, you knew you were hooked
And the pride that you felt at the last page of your first book
And the bravery I forced when I sang to an audience of three
Well, it took a million wrong notes just to find a single melody and key
I know since we've grown we plea for clarity
Honestly, nothing's ever made sense til you were next to me, next to me

If time is money, then I'll spend it all for you
I will buy you flowers with the minutes we outgrew
I'll turn hours into gardens, planted just for us to take
I'll be reckless with my days, building castles in your name

Since we've grown, we long for concrete things
Honestly, nothing's felt more sure than when you were next to me, next to me

So lets cut down the red tape and gather up the pieces of our youth
Cause there's nothing in this world we can't fix with some scissors and glue

 

[fox69]

"Night Must End"

"Night Must End"


I feel the light upon my skin,
Like finger-tips
Reminding me that night must end.

Be brave
Like bridges underwater,
Keeping strong beyond their time.
I feel the light upon my skin,
Reminding me that night must end.

There's something about sadness
that leaves us wanting more
A sickness that breathes...
From holding on to letting go,
The change is like dying.

Be brave
Like bridges underwater,
Keeping strong beyond their time.
Feel the light upon your skin,
Reminding you that night must end.

Teach me to create
A beautiful past
That makes you proud.
That makes you proud.

Teach me what I need to know
To be strong enough to let go...

Teach me what I need to know
To be strong enough to let go.

 

[fox69]

"No Argument"

"No Argument"


Like starting war,
Like spilling ink.
Like the empty street
You swore you saw
Before you blinked.

There's no second thought,
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 the 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.

 

[fox69]

"Noble Aim"

"Noble Aim"


Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light,
But we wait, like evening for night,
Don't we?

Chances are we are alike;
Against what better judgement writes
We ache like children for love,
For a purpose worthy of
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim as love.

Chances are we bruise the same;
A family tree desperate for rain.
A thirst only deserts know best.
A hurt so at home in our chests.
Call it stubbornness or bravery,
To let our branches continue to reach,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim as love.

Every broken branch and loosened leaf
That we've grown to ignore,
Is now a part of something greater than before.
Every nest that rests upon our limbs,
Seeking shelter from the storms,
Is a purpose worth being broken for.

Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light.
We reach with all of our might
For such a noble aim as love.

 

[fox69]

"North"

"North"


We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.

We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.

Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

A little broken, a little new.
We are the impact and the glue.
Capable of more than we know,
We call this fixer upper home.

With each year, our color fades.
Slowly, our paint chips away.
But we will find the strength
And the nerve it takes
To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.

Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

Smaller than dust on this map
Lies the greatest thing we have:
The dirt in which our roots may grow
And the right to call it home.

 

[fox69]

"Outlines"

"Outlines"


Hidden in plain sight,
The world is an outline
Of shapes I used to know.

Like pulling ribbon,
All of a sudden
The curtains draw back slow.

Though I've been distracted,
I am caught up in static
No more.

Garden of eden,
Lower your branches
For another year.

I'm dust, unsettled
Until they reappear.

Though my hands are prone
To trial and error,
I'm crossing my fingers
For something to hold.

I can't help but hope for brighter,
Here in the shadows of letting go.

God, may these good intentions
Be the outline of so much more.

When I breathe, from now on,
I'll mean it more than ever I did before.

 

[fox69]

"Overture"

"Overture"


It starts
With our eyes well acquainted
With the darkness
The mind was made to illuminate the heart
And when every constellation
Suddenly appeared
Through telescopes and calculations
The far was pulled so near

Even after everything we’ve seen
We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
In the architecture of the soul
The universe began with our eyes closed

We claim our land
We tame our seas
We carve our names
On the surface of history
Til our hands get tied
By the stubborn will
Of gravity
Even after everything we’ve seen
We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
In the architecture of the soul
The universe began with our eyes closed

In the rise and fall
Of a newborn’s chest
Like the ocean swells
We inhale, exhale and reset
Every living thing
Is in this constant state of unrest
Even after all our history
We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
In the architecture of the soul
The universe began

Even after everything we’ve seen
We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
In the architecture of the soul
The universe began with our eyes closed

 

[fox69]

"Pacific Blues"

"Pacific Blues"


If I could rearrange my words,
I'd say what I mean.
If I could learn to count the cards,
I'd risk everything.
Imagine how brave I'd be
If I knew I'd be safe.
If I could only know the end,
I'd be a prodigy of faith.

If I had a treasure map, oh the answers I'd find.
I'd dust off the artifacts 'til I made 'em all shine.

Everything I know is borrowed, broken or blind,
And what I've seen of beautiful feels merely implied.
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

How I ache to know.

God knows that I know we're little boats in the great big sea.
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

Every compass I have followed I've trusted and denied.
So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

If ignorance is bliss, then I guess I'm in heaven.
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.

Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

 

[fox69]

"Page 28"

"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 did?
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 okay with that,
For I found my resolution
Was designed for stronger hands.

 

[fox69]

"Pluto"

"Pluto"


I woke up from the same dream:
Falling backwards, falling backwards
’Til it turned me inside out.

Now I live a waking life
Of looking backwards, looking backwards;
A model citizen of doubt.

Until one day I had enough
Of this exercise of trust.
I leaned in and let it hurt,
And let my body feel the dirt.
When I break pattern, I break ground.
I rebuild when I break down.
I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before.

Still I’m pinned under the weight
Of what I believed would keep me safe.
So show me where my armor ends,
Show me where my skin begins.
Like a final puzzle piece
It all makes perfect sense to me…
The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me.

I’ve been worried all my life,
A nervous wreck most of the time.
I’ve always been afraid of heights,
Of falling backwards, falling backwards.
I’ve been worried all my life.

’Til one day I had enough
Of this exercise of trust.
I leaned in and let it hurt,
Let my body feel the dirt.
When I break pattern, I break ground.
I rebuild when I break down.
I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before.

Still I’m pinned under the weight
Of what I believed would keep me safe.
So show me where my armor ends,
Show me where my skin begins.
Like a final puzzle piece,
It all makes perfect sense to me…
The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness in my heart belongs to gravity.