Текст Sleeping At Last – January White

So let’s press undo.
Rearrange the old and call it new-
January white.

Every calendar is playing the same old trick:

’cause if nothing else, we’re given a little time
To change the game, a chance to redefine
Everything we are,
In our january white.

This year is a sealed envelope,
A culmination of hopes,
The lottery result that we’ve been crossing fingers for.

We could paint our walls a lighter shade of blue,
Or we could pack our bags and change the entire view
To january white.

If nothing else, we’re given a little time
To change the heart in which we change our minds;
Our hourglasses turn.

This year is a sealed envelope;
With apprehensive hope
We brace for anything.
I swear, I understand that nothing changes that,
The past will be the past,
But the future is brighter than any flashback.

Well, we could let our guards down a little easier this time,
We could trust that when there’s joy, there’s nothing dark behind.
In spite of history,
Hope is january white.

This year, we’re starting over again