Sleeping At Last - Timelapse lyrics
[Sleeping At Last - Timelapse lyrics]
Only the eyes of owls can be seen here
They are the stars, they radiate
And every constellation
Is a fraction of God's DNA
That we were made to notice and navigate
As the moon commands the tide
To balance the weight of change
We must learn to follow all the same
When the northern lights were born
The color poured into our eyes
Like tipping a glass with the ocean inside
Into the darkness
We will send our symphonies -
A shorthand of existence
A slowly turning key
The voyager will leave us
With this modest memory of home
When the sunlight wakes the earth
From it's deep sleep all creatures bloom
And through lifted lashes, all is new
As a newborn recognizes
Its mother's voice from inside the womb
May we remember the warmth of our youth
The overture was written
Like the calm before a storm
With hummingbird precision
We must follow every chord
Time lapse reveals a slight of hand
It unties the rules of time and plan
Stillness is only a state of mind
A blind spot that brightness has left behind
Wet paint is a privilege that we will find
As the wrist of an artist
Pulls the foreground into the frame
We must learn to focus, all the same
All these restless conversations
Have tied a string to every living thing
And our illustrations will draw them near
They are the stars, they radiate
And every constellation
Is a fraction of God's DNA
That we were made to notice and navigate
As the moon commands the tide
To balance the weight of change
We must learn to follow all the same
When the northern lights were born
The color poured into our eyes
Like tipping a glass with the ocean inside
Into the darkness
We will send our symphonies -
A shorthand of existence
A slowly turning key
The voyager will leave us
With this modest memory of home
When the sunlight wakes the earth
From it's deep sleep all creatures bloom
And through lifted lashes, all is new
As a newborn recognizes
Its mother's voice from inside the womb
May we remember the warmth of our youth
The overture was written
Like the calm before a storm
With hummingbird precision
We must follow every chord
Time lapse reveals a slight of hand
It unties the rules of time and plan
Stillness is only a state of mind
A blind spot that brightness has left behind
Wet paint is a privilege that we will find
As the wrist of an artist
Pulls the foreground into the frame
We must learn to focus, all the same
All these restless conversations
Have tied a string to every living thing
And our illustrations will draw them near