| Song | Page 28 |
| Artist | Sleeping at Last |
| Album | Yearbook - August - EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:23.99] | have you read the script? |
| [00:29.27] | could you picture it? |
| [00:32.55] | … is it worth the risk? |
| [00:37.45] | everything i love |
| [00:41.28] | is on the line, |
| [00:43.73] | on these neon signs. |
| [00:49.61] | but i need to know- when you looked away, |
| [00:54.27] | was it something that i said? was it something that i said? |
| [01:01.59] | well okay, okay, i need you more than i did before. |
| [01:08.31] | now that the concrete is nearly set. |
| [01:13.25] | here in the second act i’m living in repair. |
| [01:19.81] | strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear. |
| [01:27.40] | and there, on page 28, i’m so tired of drying glue, |
| [01:32.65] | i begin my grand attempt at building something new. |
| [01:41.90] | though i tend to write |
| [01:46.31] | the epiphany more immediately, |
| [01:54.82] | i guess i’m trusting that there’s such a thing |
| [01:58.55] | as elegance in dissonance. |
| [02:06.38] | God, i’m skeptical of pulling scenes. |
| [02:11.51] | was it something that i said? was it something that i did? |
| [02:18.79] | please don’t get me wrong- i still need your help |
| [02:25.67] | as history repeats itself |
| [02:30.39] | here in the aftermath, i’m pulling at the seams. |
| [02:37.00] | strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine. |
| [02:44.63] | and there, on page 29, i find “new” and make it mine. |
| [02:49.69] | but i can’t help casting shadows on all i leave behind. |
| [02:58.55] | maybe i could afford to change a bit… |
| [03:05.80] | even let go of the reigns? |
| [03:11.87] | every torn out page was worth the risk |
| [03:18.78] | now that the stakes have been raised. |
| [03:27.98] | so here in the final draft, i’ve given all i have. |
| [03:35.39] | strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan. |
| [03:42.55] | there’s nothing left on the page, but i’m okay with that, |
| [03:49.40] | for i found my resolution |
| [03:51.66] | was designed for stronger hands. |
| [00:23.99] | have you read the script? |
| [00:29.27] | could you picture it? |
| [00:32.55] | is it worth the risk? |
| [00:37.45] | everything i love |
| [00:41.28] | is on the line, |
| [00:43.73] | on these neon signs. |
| [00:49.61] | but i need to know when you looked away, |
| [00:54.27] | was it something that i said? was it something that i said? |
| [01:01.59] | well okay, okay, i need you more than i did before. |
| [01:08.31] | now that the concrete is nearly set. |
| [01:13.25] | here in the second act i' m living in repair. |
| [01:19.81] | strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear. |
| [01:27.40] | and there, on page 28, i' m so tired of drying glue, |
| [01:32.65] | i begin my grand attempt at building something new. |
| [01:41.90] | though i tend to write |
| [01:46.31] | the epiphany more immediately, |
| [01:54.82] | i guess i' m trusting that there' s such a thing |
| [01:58.55] | as elegance in dissonance. |
| [02:06.38] | God, i' m skeptical of pulling scenes. |
| [02:11.51] | was it something that i said? was it something that i did? |
| [02:18.79] | please don' t get me wrong i still need your help |
| [02:25.67] | as history repeats itself |
| [02:30.39] | here in the aftermath, i' m pulling at the seams. |
| [02:37.00] | strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine. |
| [02:44.63] | and there, on page 29, i find " new" and make it mine. |
| [02:49.69] | but i can' t help casting shadows on all i leave behind. |
| [02:58.55] | maybe i could afford to change a bit |
| [03:05.80] | even let go of the reigns? |
| [03:11.87] | every torn out page was worth the risk |
| [03:18.78] | now that the stakes have been raised. |
| [03:27.98] | so here in the final draft, i' ve given all i have. |
| [03:35.39] | strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan. |
| [03:42.55] | there' s nothing left on the page, but i' m okay with that, |
| [03:49.40] | for i found my resolution |
| [03:51.66] | was designed for stronger hands. |
| [00:23.99] | have you read the script? |
| [00:29.27] | could you picture it? |
| [00:32.55] | is it worth the risk? |
| [00:37.45] | everything i love |
| [00:41.28] | is on the line, |
| [00:43.73] | on these neon signs. |
| [00:49.61] | but i need to know when you looked away, |
| [00:54.27] | was it something that i said? was it something that i said? |
| [01:01.59] | well okay, okay, i need you more than i did before. |
| [01:08.31] | now that the concrete is nearly set. |
| [01:13.25] | here in the second act i' m living in repair. |
| [01:19.81] | strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear. |
| [01:27.40] | and there, on page 28, i' m so tired of drying glue, |
| [01:32.65] | i begin my grand attempt at building something new. |
| [01:41.90] | though i tend to write |
| [01:46.31] | the epiphany more immediately, |
| [01:54.82] | i guess i' m trusting that there' s such a thing |
| [01:58.55] | as elegance in dissonance. |
| [02:06.38] | God, i' m skeptical of pulling scenes. |
| [02:11.51] | was it something that i said? was it something that i did? |
| [02:18.79] | please don' t get me wrong i still need your help |
| [02:25.67] | as history repeats itself |
| [02:30.39] | here in the aftermath, i' m pulling at the seams. |
| [02:37.00] | strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine. |
| [02:44.63] | and there, on page 29, i find " new" and make it mine. |
| [02:49.69] | but i can' t help casting shadows on all i leave behind. |
| [02:58.55] | maybe i could afford to change a bit |
| [03:05.80] | even let go of the reigns? |
| [03:11.87] | every torn out page was worth the risk |
| [03:18.78] | now that the stakes have been raised. |
| [03:27.98] | so here in the final draft, i' ve given all i have. |
| [03:35.39] | strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan. |
| [03:42.55] | there' s nothing left on the page, but i' m okay with that, |
| [03:49.40] | for i found my resolution |
| [03:51.66] | was designed for stronger hands. |