The Projectionist 歌词

When I was young I fell in love with story With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory The theater lights dim and all goes quiet In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest When hands are tied and clocks are ticking An audience convinced: We’re leaning in Holding our breath again Just when we thought the game was over The music lifts and our dying solider lives! And we breathe a sigh of relief We’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now But even dust was made to settle And if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different? I guess we give what we’ve been given A family tree so very good at giving up When we’ve had enough Though truth is heavier than fiction Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave So we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave We’re leaving, we’re leaving ‘em all behind for now