[ti:Noble Aim]
[ar:Sleeping at Last]
[al:Yearbook]
[00:18.68]Chances are we are the same
[00:24.66]Against the odds, against the grain
[00:29.44]We lean, like gardens toward light
[00:34.91]But we wait, like evening for night
[00:40.60]Don't we?
[00:47.51]Chances are we are alike
[00:53.24]Against what better judgement writes
[00:57.78]We ache like children for love
[01:03.50]For a purpose worthy of
[01:09.47]Such a noble aim
[01:13.85]Such a noble aim
[01:18.23]Such a noble aim as love
[01:23.22]
[01:27.84]Chances are we bruise the same
[01:33.28]A family tree desperate for rain
[01:38.11]A thirst only deserts know best
[01:43.73]A hurt so at home in our chests
[01:49.06]Call it stubbornness or bravery
[01:54.69]To let our branches continue to reach
[02:00.81]With such a noble aim
[02:05.14]With such a noble aim
[02:09.42]With such a noble aim as love
[02:16.01]
[02:19.73]Every broken branch and loosened leaf
[02:23.13]That we've grown to ignore
[02:25.87]Is now a part of something greater than before
[02:31.74]Every nest that rests upon our limbs
[02:35.12]Seeking shelter from the storms
[02:37.51]Is a purpose worth being broken for
[02:42.16]Being broken for
[02:47.21]
[03:07.50]Chances are we are the same
[03:13.02]Against the odds, against the grain
[03:18.60]We lean, like gardens toward light
[03:24.17]We reach with all of our might
[03:30.55]For such a noble aim as love