[ti:Emphasis]
[ar:Sleeping at Last]
[al:Yearbook Collection]
[00:07.48]Death is promised to the bee
[00:13.76]Who's sting protects the colony
[00:21.49]Was it's life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?
[00:34.54]Life is a branch and it is a dove
[00:41.11]Handcrafted by confusing love
[00:47.87]Sign language is our reply
[00:52.32]When church beels make no sound
[01:02.50]In hollow towers and empty hives
[01:09.33]We craved sweetness with a fear of heights
[01:16.61]Was it all just a grain of sand in and hourglass?
[01:28.06]The smartest thing I've ever learned
[01:32.05]Is that I don't have all the answers
[01:35.62]Just a little light to call my own
[01:40.52]Though it pales in comparison
[01:45.10]To the overarching shadows
[01:48.29]A speck of light can reignite the sun
[01:52.15]And swallow darkness whole
[02:02.46]Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss
[02:08.98]It is the finger pressed upon our lips
[02:15.71]It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived
[02:29.30]Life is a gorgeous, broken gift
[02:35.33]Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed
[02:41.85]Love letters that were never signed
[02:46.32]Sent to where we live
[02:53.81]But the sweetest thing I've ever heard
[02:57.88]Is that I don't have to have the answers
[03:01.24]Just a little light to call my own
[03:06.63]Though it pales in comparison
[03:10.42]To the overarching shadows
[03:13.47]A speck of light can reignite the sun
[03:17.50]And swallow darkness whole