Sleepers, Keepers & Weepers

[Starts with epic solo] I don't sleep like the sleepers do No dreams come soft, no mercy breaks through I walk the wire strung between the poles Balancing the weight of all the roles You fall into the hammock of the night I am the tension holding up the light …. I don't keep like the keepers do No value comes soft, no treasure breaks through I calculate the trajectory of the fall While you enjoy the ignorance of it all You drift in currents warm and soft and bright I am the anchor in the undertow's bite …. I don't feel like the feelers do No touch comes soft, no comfort breaks through I hold the current in my calloused hands Grounding lightning so the house withstands You curl into the crook of easy arms I am the breaker tripped by your alarms …. I don't hope like the hopers do No dawn breaks soft, no morning breaks through I stockpile the grain for the famine to come While you feast on the harvest and bang on the drum You sleep in the barn with the animals warm I am the scythe in the cold before the storm …. I don't fall like the fallers do No plunge comes soft, no descent breaks through I catch the weight of every stone you throw While you tumble gentle where the soft winds blow You drift to earth on feathers soft and white I am the gravity that ends the flight …. I don't weep like the weepers do No tear comes soft, no crying breaks through I swallow the salt so the soil stays dry While you rain your sorrows to the open sky You flood the valley with your honest pain I am the dam that holds against the rain …. I don't trust like the trusters do No peace comes soft, no safety breaks through I count the exits, memorize the floors While you leave your heart on unlocked doors You hand out keys to anyone who asks I am the locksmith wearing all the masks …. I don't love like the lovers do No vow comes soft, no promise breaks through I weigh my words like iron, cold and slow While you let sentences like sparrows go You kiss like summer never has to end I am the winter that refuses to pretend …. I don't rest like the resters do No hush comes soft, no silence breaks through I keep one eye on every distant fire While you melt into quilts and pull me higher You drift in hours, uncounted and unscarred I am the watchman at the broken yard …. I don't believe like believers do No sign comes soft, no omen breaks through I read the static in the empty air While you find angels in the simplest prayer You set your head beneath a holy crown I am the question that won’t bow down …. I don't heal like the healers do No salve comes soft, no sutures breaks through I stitch my skin with thread of borrowed time While you let bruises fade like cheap red wine You lay your ache on shoulders warm and kind I am the scar that keeps the map in mind …. [Bridge / refrain - slower] It’s not that I’m broken—I'm built this way A wired kind of weather that won’t obey You float through the world like it’s feather and foam I make a fortress out of skin and bone And if I shake when the night comes through— It’s just the voltage in what I do. [End]