Sleeping At Last - Atlas touch

^CWhen will I f^Geel t^Chis As v^Givid as^Am it ^Ftruly ^Cis, Fa^Cll in love i^Gn a single ^Ctouch, And ^Gfall apa^Amrt when it ^Fhurts to^Co much?

^CCan we skip past n^Gear-death cl^Cichés Where my he^Gart r^Amestarts, a^Fs my life r^Ceplays? ^CAll I want is to ^Gflip a ^Cswitch Before s^Gomething b^Amreaks tha^Ft cannot be ^Cfixed.

I k^Amnow, I k^Cnow - the ^Gsirens so^Fund Ju^Cst befor^Ame the wa^Flls come do^Gwn. Pa^Amin is a well-intentioned weathe^Frman Predicting God as best he ^Gcan, But ^CGod I ^Gwant to ^Ffeel ^Cagain.

^CRain or shine, I d^Gon't feel a ^Cthing, Just some i^Gnfor^Ammation^F upon my ^Cskin.

I miss the subtle a^Cches When the ^Gweather ^Cchanged, The bar^Gometric ^Ampressure we ^Falways ^Cblamed.

^CAll I want is to^G flip a ^Cswitch Before s^Gomething ^Ambreaks that c^Fannot be ^Cfixed.

I^Amnvisi^Cble ^Gmachin^Fery, T^Chese mov^Aming part^Fs inside of^G me Well, they've been s^Amhutting ^Cdown for q^Guite some^F time, L^Ceaving o^Amnly rust^F behind. ^G

Wel^Aml I know^C, I know -^G the sire^Fns sound J^Cust befo^Amre the w^Falls come d^Gown. Pai^Amn is a w^Cell-intent^Gioned wea^Ftherman P^Credictin^Amg God as^F best he ca^Gn, B^Cut God^G I want ^Fto fe^Cel again, O^Ch God ^GI want t^Fo fee^Cl again.

^CDown my arms, a thousa^Gnd sa^Ctellites Suddenly ^Gdisc^Amover s^Figns of l^Cife