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