Aperture

Happiness is somewhere I have been before

A blurry photograph that I have since ignored

I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more

Until I set the record straight

I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright

I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light

I'll let my better angels always set me right

Until I even out the score

Until I even out the score

God, it has been quite a year

I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more

I know that I've asked it before

But please let the scale tip here in my favor

What was once the sweetest melody I've heard

Is now a memory reduced to little words

I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture

Until I pinpoint every note

Give me the heart of an archeologist

That I may dig until I prove that I exist

A subterranean cathedral in my midst

Where echos come to rest

Where echos come to rest

Is this where echos come to rest?

God, it has been quite a year

I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more

I know that I've asked it before

But please let the scale tip here in my favor

Until I set the record straight

Until I set the record straight

Until I can set the record straight