Letra
Verse
A dusty box beneath the bed
Old letters that I never read
Tracing lines of a younger hand
A map to a long-forgotten land
Chorus
Oh, the curves and the loops of the blue
A ghost of a person I once knew
Spilled on the page like a melody slow
The ink tells the secrets I used to know
Verse
A jagged stroke, a heavy weight
The messy scrawl of a certain date
The way I pressed the pen so deep
Promises I couldn't keep
Chorus
Oh, the curves and the loops of the blue
A ghost of a person I once knew
Spilled on the page like a melody slow
The ink tells the secrets I used to know
Bridge
The paper is yellow, the edges are frayed
Watching the colors of memory fade
But the rhythm of writing remains in the bone
A language of feeling I've outgrown
Chorus
Oh, the curves and the loops of the blue
A ghost of a person I once knew
Spilled on the page like a melody slow
The ink tells the secrets I used to know
2 comentarios
deon_sutcliffe
nostalgic in a wway i caant place
Cody Nasser
fire!
