Sanctuary - Paradise Fears

This song has been the one I've turned to a lot lately.





Go ahead and lie to yourself,
and pretend that you're a ray of light when you're a broken candle.
You're keeping time with yourself,
when'd it all start moving way too fast for you to handle?
You're short on breath but heavy on time, 
You lost the words, but you found the rhyme.
It's all just poetry now.

The walls are singing, "Hallelujah, amen."

It's so dark in the room, and the ceilings are high,
You know the feeling, you've been here before,
And it's a broken old pew, and it's an echoing cry,
Don't sell yourself short,
On breath, but heavy on time,
You lost the words but you found the rhyme.
It's all just poetry now.

The walls are singing, "Hallelujah, amen."

See, we don't really care who you are,
We've kind of got this non-exclusive policy of determining exactly
who we open up to and let into our family,
and then who becomes a part of our united mass or harmony,
And that's kind of become the thesis to this song, 
Because through suffering, acceptance, grief, and strife,
There's no way that your puzzle piece fits into our puzzle wrong,
because everyone is welcome on this stage that we call life.

And we don't really care who you are, 
everyone is capable of looking up and wishing on a star,
so catch it, so contagious, this day-dreamer's disease, 
and hope can be your sword, slaying darkness with belief,

And we don't really care who you are,
regardless of how lost you are returning from, regardless of how far,
bring me all the worst of your broken, bruised, insane,
because that's the things with music, when it hits, you feel no pain,
No matter what you did, I promise we forgave it,
When all that's left is your voice, you've got no choice but to raise it,
All you broken hearts, all you dejected dreams,
Just let yourself be free because even broken wings can fly away.

In time you'll find, this life's a painting and you're the artist,
Just open your eyes, it's never too late to clear your canvas,
So paint me jealous, paint me rage, for God's sake paint me anything, just paint.
Your brush awaits.

The walls are singing, "Hallelujah, amen."
The walls sing you to sleep.
One secret meant to keep you safe tonight,
I swear that everything will be alright.