Atlas: Touch

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 clichés 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 quite 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