[ti:Aperture]
[ar:Sleeping at Last]
[al:Yearbook Collection]
[00:31.40]Happiness is somewhere I have been before
[00:36.68]A blurry photograph that I have since ignored
[00:42.05]I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more
[00:46.63]Until I set the record straight
[00:52.33]I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright
[00:58.56]I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light
[01:04.03]I'll let my better angels always set me right
[01:08.66]Until I even out the score
[01:13.80]Until I even out the score
[01:21.31]God, it has been quite a year
[01:26.60]I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more
[01:32.07]I know that I've asked it before
[01:37.40]But please let the scale tip here in my favor
[01:48.55]What was once the sweetest melody I've heard
[01:53.62]Is now a memory reduced to little words
[01:59.10]I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture
[02:03.83]Until I pinpoint every note
[02:10.43]Give me the heart of an archeologist
[02:15.76]That I may dig until I prove that I exist
[02:21.39]A subterranean cathedral in my midst
[02:26.12]Where echos come to rest
[02:31.50]Where echos come to rest
[02:36.49]Is this where echos come to rest?
[02:43.96]God, it has been quite a year
[02:49.14]I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more
[02:54.76]I know that I've asked it before
[02:59.75]But please let the scale tip here in my favor
[03:07.40]
[03:34.63]Until I set the record straight
[03:39.86]Until I set the record straight
[03:44.95]Until I can set the record straight