Atlas: Touch - Sleeping At Last

When will I feel this

As vivid as it truly is,

Fall in love in a single touch,

And fall apart when it hurts too much?

Can we skip past near-death clichés

Where my heart restarts, as my life replays?

All I want is to flip a switch

Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.

I know, I know — the sirens sound

Just before the walls come down.

Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman

Predicting God as best he can,

But God I want to feel again.

Rain or shine, I don’t feel a thing,

Just some information upon my skin.

I miss the subtle aches when the weather changed,

The barometric pressure we always blamed.

All I want is to flip a switch

Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.

Invisible machinery,

These moving parts inside of me

Well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time,

Leaving only rust behind.

Well I know, I know — the sirens sound

Just before the walls come down.

Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman

Predicting God as best he can,

But God I want to feel again,

Oh God I want to feel again.

Down my arms, a thousand satellites

Suddenly discover signs of life.