Atlas: Son

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 cliches?
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 quiet 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.