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