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I'm unraveling the thoughts from the dream I forgot
Tying my spirit in a delicate knot
The wallpaper peels in a floral decay
I'm finding the colors the sun threw away
I am the liquid form in a world made of stone
I melted harsh words till wilt, dry and prune
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin
I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin
It's a quiet rebellion, a soft kind of war
To be something the world hasn't tasted before
There is a fire in the fold, a grace in the strange
I am ink on the page that refuses to change
My heart beats to pulse that I wear on my sleeve
I only tell stories that I want to believe
I'm a bird made of paper, a boat made of breath
I'm dancing on the edge of a beautiful depth
Don't ask for the sun, don't ask for the shore
I've opened a lock on an invisible door
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin
I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin
It's a quiet rebellion, a soft kind of war
To be something the world hasn't tasted before
There is a fire in the fold, a grace in the strange
I am ink on the page that refuses to change
