Lyrics Paper Forest (In The Afterglow of Rapture) - Emmy The Great

Paper Forest (In The Afterglow of Rapture)

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.»