Tender Bloom

Watch the clock hands spin in reverse

Staring at the ceiling,

rehearsing the verse

We build these walls out of paper and dust

Waiting for the iron to turn into rust

And the room begins to tilt

Underneath the things we built (ohhh)

Let the gravity fall,

let the quiet bloom

We are filling up every corner of the room

Now we shake the weight,

watch it drift away

Into the grey (drift away)

Paper maps with the ink run dry

Trace the line where the earth meets sky

No regrets, just a shifting frame

Learning how to call it

by its name

Let the gravity fall,

let the quiet bloom

We are filling up every corner of the room

Now we shake the weight,

watch it drift away

Into the grey (drift away)

Let it drift... Just let it drift... (ahhhh)