Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 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 [Նախաքնարերգ] I traced the crease along the silver shore And found a tiny door [Կրկներգ] 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 [Տուն 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 [Նախաքնարերգ] I keep your question near the open page A secret out of age [Կրկներգ] 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 [Կամուրջ] 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 [Ելք] Every small, impossible thing I’ll keep it here, where the quiet sings
