Sleeping At Last - The projectionist

When ^CI was young I fell in l^Amove with s^Gtory ^C With the el^Ameventh hour, with the b^Glaze of gl^Fory The t^Cheater lights dim and a^Amll goes qu^Giet ^C In the da^Amrkest of rooms, light sh^Gines the br^Fightest

When ^Chands are tied and ^Fclocks are ticking ^CAn audience con^Amvinced: weâre le^Ganing ^Fin Holding our ^Ambreath ag^Gain Just ^Cwhen we thought the ^Fgame was over ^CThe music lifts and our ^Amdying s^Goldier ^Flives! And we breathe a ^Csigh of ^Grelief

We're ^Fleavi^Cng, ^Amwe're ^Gleaving our shad^Fows beh^Cind us ^Gnow We're ^Fleavi^Cng, ^Amwe're ^Gleaving it ^Fall beh^Cind for ^Gnow

But ^Ceven dust was ^Ammade to settle ^CAnd if weâre made of ^Amdust, then ^Gwhat makes ^Fus any different? ^{C G} I gu^Cess we give what ^Amweâve been given: ^CA family tree so very ^Amgood at ^Ggiving ^Fup When weâve had ^Cenoug^Gh Though ^Amtruth is heavi^Ger than fiction ^CGravity lifts as the ^Amprojection^Gist rolls ^Ftape

^{F C} And it makes us br^Amave ag^Gain ^{F C} And it makes us br^Amave ag^Gain ^{F C} And it makes us b^Grave

So we're ^Fleavi^Cng, ^Amwe're ^Gleaving our shad^Fows beh^Cind us ^Gnow We're ^Fleavi^Cng, ^Amwe're ^Gleaving it a^Fll behi^Cnd for n^Gow ^{F C} And it makes us ^Ambrave ^Gagain ^{F C} And it makes us ^Gbrave We're ^Fleavi^Cng, ^Amwe're ^Gleaving 'em a^Fll behi^Cnd for n^Gow