Sleeping At Last Bright & Early

Bright and early,

Through the curtains,

The sun comes pouring in.

Filling glasses up with diamonds,

Stirring where I’ve been

But it’s all trigger and effect.

Dominoes at their best.

In the end I’m told

It taught me everything I know.

That the wreckage left behind,

Will somehow make me grow.

But why couldn’t I have been safe from the start?

Soundly asleep.

The warmth of blankets

Makes me nervous.

I’d rather catch a cold.

Like sparks in matches,

Blink, you’ll miss it,

The future’s up in smoke.

Though dust has settled,

I still smell the ashes

Buried in my clothes.

It’s all trigger and effect, I know…

Dominoes at their best.

In the end I’m told

It taught me everything I know.

But when the fire took our home,

I lost part of my soul.

From the ground up

I’ll keep building

Houses into homes.

’cause if trust is ribbon,

Then patience ties it

In a perfect bow.

Sleeping At Last Careful Hands

Put your coat on, this city trembles.

Keep your chin up, as you untangle God

From cold blood and bruises.

We are X-rays of something broken.

Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:

An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender.

When our color dies,

We will bury the ashes of time,

And we will earn new eyes.

Wrists get tired rewriting futures.

Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.

We are creatures of habit.

Only with careful hands

We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.

Only with careful hands

We’ll divide the prisoner

From the pioneer.

Clever beauty,

Umbrellas folding.

In architecture, our lines will measure

A map to find us.

Blue ink will guide us home.

Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,

We will find new ways to settle,

Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.

I can feel the weight around us,

Climbing every rib inside us,

A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth

Sleeping At Last Currents

In this sea of change, understanding is our shore

I disappear….with no control

The current is strong, my arms are weak

But you are the branch within my reach

Though I cannot catch my breath….

Pull me back to shore

I’ll never reach my place

Pull me back to shore

I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place

The current is strong, my arms are weak

But you are the branch within my reach

In this sea of change, understanding was swept away

Pull me back to shore

I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place

Pull me back to shore

I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place

With everything I have, I reach out my hands

There’s nothing to give

I seem to have no direction, I have no control

No way to know where currents pull

All the weight of my intentions

Are making it so hard to breathe the air at all

I see in you, coastlines reaching out

When there’s nothing left to reach….

Pull me back to shore

I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place

Pull me back to shore

I’ll never reach my place, I’ll never reach my place

Sleeping At Last Accidental Light

On your mark, get set…

A million miles past the finish line

My heels lift

At this imaginary starting line.

The trigger slips;

My heart was racing well before it’s time.

Time’s running out, it’s always running out on me,

As the road up ahead disappears.

Though it’s all been said,

And this empty dictionary is all that’s left,

I’ll try to change the world in a single word.

My hands are shaking, ready or not.

Invisible ink well it’s all I’ve got.

So I’ll concentrate and pick from these barren trees.

Time’s running out, it’s always running out on me,

And every road I discover disappears under my feet –

Some call it reckless, some call it breathing.

Have i said too much or not enough?

Is it overkill or is it giving up,

To measure out the distance of an echo’s reach?

If it’s all broken mirrors and a chance roll of the dice,

Then I’ll risk everything for a glimpse of accidental light.

Time’s running out, it’s always running out on me,

And every road I’ve discovered disappears under my feet –

Some call it reckless, I call it breathing.

Sleeping At Last Dear True Love

Dear true love,

I’m a writer without any words,

I’m a story that nobody heard

When I’m without you.

I am a voice,

I am a voice without any sound.

I’m a treasure map that nobody found

When I’m without you.

Dear true love,

I’m a lantern without any light,

I’m a boxer much too afraid to fight

When I’m without you.

So with this ring

May you always know one thing:

What little that I have to give,

I will give it all to you.

You’re my one true love.

I am a memory,

I’m a memory bent out of shape,

A childhood already bruised with age

When I’m without you.

Dear true love,

I’m an artist without any paint,

I’m the deal that everyone breaks

When I’m without you.

So with this ring,

May you always know one thing:

What little that I have to give,

I will give it all to you.

You’re my one true love.

I am a whisper,

I’m a secret that nobody keeps.

I’m a dreamer of someone else’s dreams

When I’m without you.

Dear true love,

I’m a farewell that came all too soon.

I’m a hand-me-down that dreams of being new

When I’m without you.

Sleeping At Last Dark Horse

I knew you were

You were gonna come to me

And here you are

You better choose carefully

‘Cause I’m capable of anything

Of anything and everything

Make me your Aphrodite

Make me your one and only

But don’t make me your enemy

Your enemy, your enemy

So you wanna play with magic

Girl, you should know what you’re falling for

Baby, do you dare to do this?

Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine

There’s no going back

Mark my words

This love will make you levitate

Like a bird

Like a bird without a cage

Down to earth

If you choose to walk away

Don’t walk away

It’s in the palm of your hand now, baby

It’s a yes or no, no maybe

So just be sure before you give it up to me

Up to me, give it up to me

So you wanna play with magic

Girl, you should know what you’re falling for

Baby, do you dare to do this?

Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine

There’s no going back

So you wanna play with magic

Girl, you should know what you’re falling for

Baby, do you dare to do this?

Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine

There’s no going back

There’s no going back

There’s no going back

There’s no going back

There’s no going back

Sleeping At Last A Million Charming Words

I wish that I held your words more dearly

Like they were the last words

That I would ever hear.

I wish to be

Lost in your arms.

I’m wishing I could be forever in your arms

Forever and a day

I’m wishing I could be lost in your arms…

Always.

These are the memories that will not escape me.

Oh, and your smile is worth a million charming words.

I wish to be

Lost in your arms.

I’m wishing I could be forever in your arms

Forever and a day

I’m wishing I could be lost in your arms…

Always.

These are the memories that will not escape me.

Oh, and your smile is worth a million charming words.

The pictures I never took

Of the happiest times of my life

Are just worn-out thoughts in time.

Time will not escape us now.

Sleeping At Last Dreamlife

As our hearts lay sleeping,

As our bodies rest,

The Heavens open up for us.

Put down your weapon, child,

And close your eyes,

Because you and your enemies

Are innocent tonight.

I never wanted you,

I never wanted you to go.

There’s a voice inside your soul

That resonates through your skin and bone,

Up through the blades of grass,

Underneath the feet of God’s only son.

The war that you’re fighting

Has already been won.

I just want to survive with you by my side.

With you by my side, I just want to survive.

Crooked mouth, quiet down.

Let your fists come undone.

Miscarried love will be reborn.

When we sleep,

The devil’s arms are tied.

The war that we’re fighting

Has already been won…

I never wanted this,

I never wanted this to go away.

I never wanted this,

I never asked for it,

I never meant to let it go.

I just want to survive with you by my side.

With you by my side, I just want to survive

Sleeping At Last Birthright

She was raised by wolves,

In the warmth of their fur.

Surrounded by fangs,

She knew that she was secure.

Language barriers

Made no difference at all.

When you’re truly cared for,

There’s no purpose for walls.

His fences stood tall

As the shoulders of old.

But he dreamt that one day

Maybe he’d break the mold.

But time shyly stands still

When you watch it unfold.

From these ivory towers

Freedom is only a ghost.

Right or wrong,

Tension makes us stronger

By making us weak

When we needed to be.

Privilege and pain

When compared look the same.

Comprehension begins

When we pull back the lens.

They made her their queen

On the day she was born.

They placed on her a crown

She wasn’t ready for.

But all impossible odds

Foreshadow our means,

Like paving a road

To kingdoms we’ve never seen.

He woke up one day,

Written out of the will.

They swore he’d be okay,

With lesser shoes to fill.

“What doesn’t kill us

Makes us stronger, ” they say.

Our only birthright in this life

Is the breath that we take.

Right or wrong,

Tension makes us stronger

By making us weak

When we needed to be.

Privilege and pain

When compared look the same.

Comprehension begins

When we pull back the lens.

Our fables tell our truths.

Sleeping At Last Clockwork

There is glass between our touch,

phantom limbs of former love…

and the truth is that I am so terrified

that the callous is deeper

than the surface of our skin.

and it takes us twice as long,

it takes us twice as long to heal.

we’ll lift up the ground to see

the system of roots beneath.

gears turn, endlessly,

to bring the world back to life

like clockwork, when it dies.

the cadence of beating hearts,

the click of its moving parts

grows louder and louder

from this restless earth…

future gardens wait patiently below

and somehow we smell them blossom

through the snow.

still unsatisfied,

we chase what we’re denied.

as generations wait,

we can’t resist the taste of possibility.

gears turn, endlessly,

to bring us back to life again.

like clockwork, we begin.