Текст песни Outlines - Sleeping At Last
Hidden
in
plain
sight,
The
world
is
an
outline
Of
shapes
i
used
to
know.
Like
pulling
ribbon,
All
of
a
sudden
The
curtains
draw
back
slow.
Though
i've
been
distracted,
I
am
caught
up
in
static
No
more.
Garden
of
eden,
Lower
your
branches
For
another
year.
I'm
dust,
unsettled
Until
they
reappear.
Though
my
hands
are
prone
To
trial
and
error,
I'm
crossing
my
fingers
For
something
to
hold.
I
can't
help
but
hope
for
brighter,
Here
in
the
shadows
of
letting
go.
God,
may
these
good
intentions
Be
the
outline
of
so
much
more.
When
i
breathe,
from
now
on,
I'll
mean
it
more
than
ever
i
did
before.
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