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[Куплет 1] Steam on the glass Tiny room Big sky You trace our plans In a circle Then a sigh You say “We’ll get out” But the kettle just sings Same four corners Same old wings [Қайырма] Paper teacup heart Always folding at the rim Every time you pour your dream It just runs out again Still you hold it up Like it’s made of porcelain Paper teacup heart Spilling love we never saved [Куплет 2] Ink on your hands Unsent notes by the bed Half-baked songs Crumbs on the spread You laugh “One day We’ll remember this mess” Staring at the ceiling In your sunday dress [Қайырма] Paper teacup heart Always folding at the rim Every time you pour your dream It just runs out again Still you hold it up Like it’s made of porcelain Paper teacup heart Spilling love we never saved [Көпір] [Orchestral swell rising under vocal] All our almosts Stacked like records on the floor All our “later” Pinned like letters on the door Was it ever Meant to feel this good This wrong? Sipping cheap forgiveness From a cup that won’t stay strong [Қайырма] Paper teacup heart Shines a little when it’s wet Every crack a little map Of the nights we still regret Still you hold it up Say “Look what love can take” Paper teacup heart Soft enough to never break [Аутро] [Instruments drop to solo acoustic] Steam on the glass Room gone quiet Almost dark You fold that cup Into one last paper heart
