The Projectionist

When I was young, I fell in love with story
With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory
The theatre lights dim and all goes quiet
In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest

When hands are tied and clocks are ticking
An audience convinced, we're leaning in
Holding our breath again
Just when we thought the game was over
The music lifts and our dying soldier lives
And we breathe a sigh of relief

We're leaving, we're leaving our shadows behind us now
We're leaving, we're leaving it all behind for now

But even dust was made to settle
If we're made of dust, then what makes us any different?
I guess we give what we've been given
A family tree so very good at giving up
When we've had enough

The truth is heavier than fiction
Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape
And it makes us brave again
And it makes us brave again
And it makes us brave

So we're leaving, we're leaving our shadows behind us now
Yeah, we're leaving, we're leaving it all behind for now

And it makes us brave again
And it makes us brave
Yeah, we're leaving, we're leaving
And it makes us brave
And we're living unharmed
Behind for now