Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper Forest, artist - Emmy The Great. Album song Virtue, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 19.05.2012
Record label: Stage Three
Song language: English
Paper Forest |
You’re not unlucky, you’re just not very smart |
These things will never leave you, they’re as close as you can get |
To a blueprint for the future, but you can call it fate |
It’s like these days I have to write down almost every thought I’ve held |
So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt |
And these fears they will unravel me one day |
But still I am afraid |
But I’m blessed |
Just be, more or less |
Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left |
Now you’re blessed amongst all women, now a man who’s very good |
He tells you how you feel until your life is understood |
And he leads you through it arm in arm as though, there was a map to guide the |
way |
Now you write because you love him, now you write because he’s kind |
You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind |
And you’re standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased |
But you’re blessed |
Just be, more or less |
Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left |
Are you blessed? |
Just be, more or less? |
Now you’re standing in the afterglow of rapture, but there is no rapture left |
Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that make us real |
The things that break us open, the things that make us feel |
Like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way |
Are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we’re made |
It’s like the way I have to write down almost everything I see |
So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be And I know I’m not unlucky, I was just born this way |
But I’m blessed, more or less |
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles |
The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles |
And we all fall down like wind blows through the paper forest |
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles |
The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles |
And we all fall down like wind blows through the paper forest |
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle |
Alarm clock fingers turn they’re counting seconds like they’re miles |
And you say, «Wake up now, 'cause I can see no paper forest.» |