Lyrics Sleeping at Last

Sleeping at Last

Neptune

Pitch black, pale blue,

It was a stained glass

Variation of the truth

And I felt empty handed.

You let me set sail

With cheap wood.

So I patched up

Every leak that I could,

'Til the blame grew too heavy.

Stitch by stitch I tear apart.

If brokenness is a form of art,

I must be a poster child prodigy.

Thread by thread I come apart.

If brokenness is a work of art,

Surely this must be my masterpiece.

I'm only honest when it rains.

If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth.

I want to tell you but I don't know how.

I'm only honest when it rains,

An open book with a torn out page,

And my ink's run out.

I want to love you but I don't know how.

I don't know how,

No I don't know how.

I don't know how.

I want to love you but I don't know how.

I want to love you...

Pitch black, pale blue,

These wild oceans

Shake what's left of me loose

Just to hear me cry mercy.

A strong wind at my back,

So I lift up the only sail that I have,

This tired white flag.

I'm only honest when it rains.

If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth.

I want to tell you but I don't know how.

I'm only honest when it rains,

An open book with a torn out page,

And my ink's run out.

I want to love you but I don't know how.

I don't know how, know how, know how,

I want to love you but I don't know how.

I want to love you...

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.