[ti:Emphasis]
[ar:Sleeping at last]
[al:Yearbook]
[00:10.78]Death is promised to the bee
[00:15.46]Who's sting protects the colony.
[00:21.77]Was its life worth nothing more
[00:26.00]Than honey for the queen?
[00:34.98]Life is a branch and it is a dove,
[00:42.00]Handcrafted by confusing love.
[00:48.26]Sign language is our reply,
[00:52.92]When church bells make no sound.
[01:03.34]In hollow towers and empty hives,
[01:09.82]We craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
[01:16.96]Was it all just a grain of sand
[01:20.74]In an hourglass?
[01:28.26]The smartest thing i've ever learned
[01:32.25]Is that i don't have all the answers,
[01:35.90]Just a little light to call my own.
[01:41.26]Though it pales in comparison
[01:45.28]To the overarching shadows,
[01:48.16]A speck of light can reignite the sun
[01:52.69]And swallow darkness whole.
[02:02.99]Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
[02:09.34]It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
[02:16.04]It puts an unwanted emphasis
[02:19.97]On how we should have lived.
[02:29.68]Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
[02:35.73]Six billion pieces waiting to be fixed.
[02:42.17]Love letters that were never signed,
[02:46.55]Sent to where we live.
[02:53.57]But the sweetest thing i've ever heard
[02:58.51]Is that i don't have to have the answers,
[03:01.94]Just a little light to call my own.
[03:06.39]Though it pales in comparison
[03:10.15]To the overarching shadows,
[03:13.28]A speck of light can reignite the sun
[03:17.46]And swallow darkness whole.