歌詞

Your shadow drifts across my window frame

Soft like a rumor calling out my name

I trace the edges of a thought you left

A quiet spark beneath my chest

Every breath is folding into something new

I can’t escape the shape that points to you

Paper pulse, beating in the sway

Bending but it never tears away

If I lose myself in the shift and shake

I’ll find you in the fold that love can make

Paper pulse—still awake