Sleeping at Last – Son (Guitar)

Bb                         F
Show me who I am and who I could be.

                       Gm
Initiate the heart within me

         Eb          Bb - F
Until it opens properly.

Bb                                 F
Slow down, start again from the beginning.

                          Gm
I can’t keep my head from spinning out of control,

   Eb                         Bb    F
Is this what being vulnerable feels like?

           Eb
And I will try, try, try to breathe

                 Bb         F
’Til it turns to muscle memory.

         Eb
I'm only steady on my knees;

                      Bb           F
one day I'll stand up on my own two feet.

     Eb
I’ll run the risk 

         F             Bb
Of being intimate with brokenness.

             F          Bb
Through this magnifying glass,

                        F
I see a thousand fingerprints

       Eb                Bb
On the surfaces of who I am.

Bb                               F
Show me where to find the silver lining

                     Gm
As the mercury keeps rising,

         Eb               Bb      - F 
’Til the glass or my fever breaks.

Bb                           F
Show me how to struggle gracefully.

                      Gm
Let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough

   Eb                     Bb    F
To hold this tired body up once more.

           Eb
And I will try, try, try to breathe

                 Bb         F
’Til it turns to muscle memory.

           Eb
I feel the pressure in my blood

                Bb         F
Building up and liberating me.

          Eb
So I will try, try, try to breathe

                 Bb         F
’Til it turns to muscle memory.

         Eb
I'm only steady on my knees,

                        Bb           F
But one day, I'll stand on my own two feet.

     Eb
I'll run the risk 

         F             Bb
Of being intimate with brokenness.

             F          Bb 
Through this magnifying glass,

                       F
I see a thousand fingerprints

     Eb
That ran the risk

         F                Bb
Of being intimate with my brokenness.

     F        Bb
I was given a gift of hope 

                    F
In a thousand fingerprints

      Eb                Bb
On the surface of who I am.