Lyrics
[Verse 1] You left a paper moon beside the window Folded from a page of blue It held the afternoon in little angles And every angle pointed back to you [Pre-Chorus] I traced the crease along the silver shore And found a tiny door [Chorus] Come sit with me where the quiet turns slowly Where the garden leans toward the sun Tell me the tale of the bird with one feather Who forgot where the sky had begun We’ll make a map from a button and string And name every small, impossible thing [Verse 2] The old clock skips a number after Tuesday Still, it knows when you arrive A sparrow steals a crumb from my notebook Then leaves a question mark alive [Pre-Chorus] I keep your question near the open page A secret out of age [Chorus] Come sit with me where the quiet turns slowly Where the garden leans toward the sun Tell me the tale of the bird with one feather Who forgot where the sky had begun We’ll make a map from a button and string And name every small, impossible thing [Bridge] If tomorrow folds like linen on the table If the wind rearranges every sign I will find you by the sound of your laughter And bring the paper moon into the morning light [Final Chorus] Come sit with me where the quiet turns slowly Where the garden leans toward the sun Tell me the tale of the bird with one feather Who remembered the sky had begun We’ll make a map from a button and string And name every small, impossible thing [Outro] Every small, impossible thing I’ll keep it here, where the quiet sings
