Composer: Stephen Brodsky, Adam McGrath, Caleb Scofield, J.R. Connors
Lyrics
Reality rose like the sun,
and still I slept through it.
I can always witness it another morning.
The thoughts like these
are cemented in procrastination.
Now this part of 'she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor,
as a self-defiant need for a cure.
Diagnosed to emerge and roam from roads as thick as foam.
You wish to burn the candles, disquiet.
Another day with the shades pulled down,
until the swallow returns her to sleep.
Her father knocks on the silent door
while this part of 'she' has become
an infernal shame.
Louder than we expect
from such silent candles
not so secret anymore.
Now the eyes of my eyes have opened.
Now the eyes of my ears cling dear.
Never let the swallow return you back to sleep.
The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten here, and again,
I know reality shall rise tomorrow.
This time I hope to be awake.
I canʼt postpone another morning.
This time I hope to be awake.
Never let the swallow return you to sleep.
ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, STEPHEN BRODSKY