Atlas: Son - Sleeping At Last

When will I feel this

As vivid as it truly is?

Fall in love in a single touch

And fall apart when it hurts too much.

Can we skip past near-death cliches?

Where my heart restarts as my life replays.

All I want is to flip a switch

Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.

I know, I know the sirens sound

Just before the walls come down.

Pain is a well intentioned weatherman,

Predicting God as best he can.

But God, I want to feel again.

Rain or shine, I don’t feel a thing,

Just some information upon my skin.

I miss the subtle aches

When the weather changed

The barometric pressure we always blamed.

All I want is to flip a switch

Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.

Invisible machinery,

These moving parts inside of me

Well they’ve been shutting down for quiet some time,

Leaving only rust behind.

Well, I know, I know the sirens sound

Just before the walls come down

Pain is a well intentioned weatherman,

Predicting God as best he can.

But, God, I want to feel again.

Oh, God, I want to feel again.

Down my arms

A thousand satellites

Suddenly discover signs of life.