Paper plane from Revisionator by TJ Eckleberg

Paper plane

A bookshelf full of stars
And planets in orbit
I try to hold them in my hand, I falter and forfeit
It’s not that there’s no grace from this far away
I’m ok to let things spin, to let things drift
There’s just too much time, too much space
Too much to forgive

But the sun rises and sets, something in me forgets, and lets me breathe
And lets me breathe

And she is standing, by the ocean waving, while the stars drift further away

I read the chapter I read the book
I turn it backwards, I turn and look
I thought that we could work it out
I thought that we could work it out

There’s a darkness that falls forward
There’s a rhythm in the orbit
A beat in the way the days roll on
That reminds you of what is gone
There’s always a new way of knowing
What you got wrong

The sun rises and sets, something in me forgets and lets me breathe
And lets me breathe
I am searching, for some words worth saying, while the stars drift further away

I take a picture, I frame it right
I imagine myself on the back step, drinking coffee in the sunlight
And the sun rises and sets, something in me forgets And lets me breathe
And lets me breathe

A paper plane, An origami swan
I go back over the things I’ve done
Was it the tenth floor window or the subway exit?
Was it shortly before or just after Brexit? Did I fly across the world for you?
Or was I just running too?

In the window, waiting, while the stars drift

I read chapter and verse, I repeat and rehearse
I thought that we could work it out, I thought that we could work it out

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