Hold Still - Sleeping At Last

Why is it impossible now

To trace every echo

Back to its birth?

Why is it impossible now

To kiss every fever away?

There is truth that’s hiding

Behind every wall that surrounds us

It takes a lifetime

To pull the bricks away

Why is it impossible now to know?

(Is this the way to understand?)

With the weakest of ears

We’ll try only to hear

The sound of our voice

Louder than fear of waking up

Alone

Let conversations carry

The unraveling of skin

The ink will pour an answer

In children’s handwriting

If all words are cameras

Hold still

Shutters slide to unveil

Fingerprints of angels

And a language made of film

With surgical precision

We’ll cut every piece into order

And beneath soft faces

We’ll climb halfway to God

Why is it impossible now to know?

(Is this the way to understand?)

Why is it impossible now

To trace every echo

Back to it’s birth?