Album Name : Yearbook - Collection
Release Date : 2011-11-07
Song Duration : 3:45
Sleeping At Last Noble Aim
Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward the light,
But we wait, like evening for night,
Don't we?
Chances are we are alike;
Against what better judgement writes
We ache like children for love,
For a purpose worthy of
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim as love.
Chances are we bruise the same;
A family tree desperate for rain.
A thirst only deserts know best.
A hurt so at home in our chests.
Call it stubborness or bravery,
To let our branches continue to reach,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim as love.
Every broken branch and loosened leaf
That we've grown to ignore,
Is now a part of something greater than before.
Every nest that rests upon our limbs;
Seeking shelter from the storms,
Is a purpose worth being broken for.
Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light.
We reach with all of our might
For such a noble aim as love.