Atlas: Four

I'm turning out the lights
 To remember how to see
 Until a renaissance takes place
 And resuscitates the color of paint and divinity
 As if God hid the building blocks
 Of every beautiful thing
 In this game of hide and seek
 I can't help, but think that ordinary has swallowed the key
 Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
 For a moment we get to be glorious
 Ice sculptures adorned in light
 Sand castles built tall in between the tides
 Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor
 Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure
 One day I'll wear it all on my sleeve
 The insignificant with the sacred unique
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 But I've fallen in love with a ghost
 And I lost my balance when I needed it most
 This blurry photograph is proof
 Of what I'm not sure but it feels like truth
 I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here
 It's been forever since I came up for air
 Flashlight in hand determined to find
 Authenticity only poetry could even begin to try to describe
 ♪
 Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
 For a moment we get to be glorious
 Get to be glorious
 Get to be glorious
 What if we already are
 Who we've been dying to become
 In certain light I can plainly see
 A reflection of magnificence
 Hidden in you
 Maybe even in me
 
 I'm turning out the lights
 To remember how to see
 Until a renaissance takes place
 And resuscitates the color of paint and divinity
 As if God hid the building blocks
 Of every beautiful thing
 In this game of hide and seek
 I can't help, but think that ordinary has swallowed the key
 Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
 For a moment we get to be glorious
 Ice sculptures adorned in light
 Sand castles built tall in between the tides
 Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor
 Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure
 One day I'll wear it all on my sleeve
 The insignificant with the sacred unique
 ♪
 But I've fallen in love with a ghost
 And I lost my balance when I needed it most
 This blurry photograph is proof
 Of what I'm not sure but it feels like truth
 I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here
 It's been forever since I came up for air
 Flashlight in hand determined to find
 Authenticity only poetry could even begin to try to describe
 ♪
 Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust
 For a moment we get to be glorious
 Get to be glorious
 Get to be glorious
 What if we already are
 Who we've been dying to become
 In certain light I can plainly see
 A reflection of magnificence
 Hidden in you
 Maybe even in me