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that time I folded
you asked me why
I measured my lines
and the blue of the sky
that time I folded
my old poker face
into a paper-made seabird
flown out of the game
well, we both know time in creases
and broken little pieces
and most of all our words have come out wrong
there's a dance for the unspoken and
love-walking unwoken
and for everything else there is song
it’s in your back
and it’s in my hips
a thing we have folded
between the lines in our lips
it burns like a stone
spread beneath a lizard’s grasp
and it breaks like a bone
that I never thought I had
well, we both know time in folds and
things all filled with holes and
to get a little peace took far too long
there's a dance for the unspoken and
love-walking unwoken
and for everything else there is song
well, we both know time in creases
and broken little pieces
and most of all our words have come out wrong
there's a dance for the unspoken and
love-walking unwoken
and for everything else there is song
