Lyric

Thread red in your coat

I blue at the seam

You walked through my room

Like a half-remembered dream

Crimson velvet on your wrist

Borrowed lantern in your hand

I kept the paper orchard

Where your quiet footsteps land

Salt in the mouth

Rust on the gate

I learned your name

Too late, too late

Sugar on the sleeve

Glass in the tide

You look at me

And I fold inside

Thread red, you and I blue

Crimson on the sleeve

Paper orchard in your hands

I still believe

Borrowed lantern, carry me home

Through the hollow air

Paper orchard crane above

I find you there

Pocket full of weather

Collar full of rain

You left me a small light

That keeps returning plain

Salt on the window

Rust in the spoon

Your shadow turns gently

At the edge of the room

Sugar on the tongue

Glass under skin

I call your name

And you answer in

Paper on my palm

Tide at my door

I was not whole

Till you asked for more

You in crimson, me in blue

Slow as a paper sail

Glass tide pulling through my chest

And making it pale

Lane of rust, a sleeve of light

Your echo in the rain

Paper orchard crane again

And again, again

If love is a map

Then ours was torn

All those bright directions

Bent and worn

But your hand in mine

Still says the way

Even the broken lines

Know where to stay

Paper orchard, red thread

Blue heart, open wide

Borrowed lantern on the path

You stay beside

Crimson velvet, collar, pocket

Salt, rust, sugar, glass

Paper orchard crane with me

Till the last light passes