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[Verse 1] Between a blue atlas and a book of birds I found your handwriting, folded under words Flour on the corners, a date I couldn't place A little kitchen history in a stranger's borrowed space [Pre-Chorus] No name on the paper, just a careful line A pinch of something sweet, a little borrowed time [Chorus] Whoever made this, I hope you knew The small things travel farther than we do One worn-out card, one recipe Now your quiet hands are here with me [Verse 2] The ink had faded where the measurements ran But every crooked arrow still knew where to land I traced the final sentence, then I closed the cover slow Somebody left a doorway where they meant to leave a note [Pre-Chorus] No name on the paper, just a careful line A pinch of something sweet, a little borrowed time [Chorus] Whoever made this, I hope you knew The small things travel farther than we do One worn-out card, one recipe Now your quiet hands are here with me [Bridge] I don't need the answer, I don't need the past Just a little proof that tender things can last From one unknown heart to another's shelf A kindness finds a way to introduce itself [Chorus] Whoever made this, I hope you knew The small things travel farther than we do One worn-out card, one recipe Now your quiet hands are here with me [Outro] Between a blue atlas and a book of birds Your handwriting keeps blooming underneath the words
