Alba s touto skladbou:
Yearbook Collection,
Synergy,
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.
