Sunlit Strings

(ooh,

mm)

I found the notes you left behind

Scrawled in pencil, hard to find

Folding corners of the page

Trying to act our actual age

And I know we both got lost in translation Trying to build

a perfect foundation

But we were

holding onto cardboard frames

Writing down our heavy names

Wondering if the wood would burn

Or if we'd ever learn to turn

Now the kitchen's quiet and cold

Stories that we never told

Spilling out like morning tea

Who we were and who we'll be

We were

holding onto cardboard frames

Writing down our heavy names

Wondering if the wood would burn

Or if we'd ever learn to turn

Ever learn to turn (mm-mm)