Pressed in the Margin

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust motes dance in the gold
Stories waiting to be told
Cardboard box on the floor
I don't go here anymore
Cedar scent in the air
Sunlight tangles in my hair
[Pre-Chorus]
Found a stack tied in blue
Words I thought that I knew
Ink is fading to gray
From a much younger day
[Chorus]
Four leaves or maybe three
Tucked away for me to see
Pressed inside a paper sky
While the years go rushing by
Little ghosts in every line
Somehow they are still mine
[Post-Chorus]
Green and gold
Stories told
Growing old
[Verse]
Loopy letters, messy scrawl
Wrote about nothing at all
"I hope it rains on the lawn"
Now that version of me is gone
Found a clover in the fold
Brittle green instead of gold
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadows stretch on the wall
I remember it all
Every secret I kept
While the afternoon slept
[Chorus]
Four leaves or maybe three
Tucked away for me to see
Pressed inside a paper sky
While the years go rushing by
Little ghosts in every line
Somehow they are still mine
[Bridge]
We are built of tiny things
Broken bells and silver rings
Luck is just a memory
Hidden in the history
Of a girl I used to be
Setting all the secrets free
[Instrumental]
[Breakdown]
Quiet wonder in the dust
Iron hinges turning rust
Smallest moments make the soul
Broken parts that make us whole
[Chorus]
Four leaves or maybe three
Tucked away for me to see
Pressed inside a paper sky
While the years go rushing by
Little ghosts in every line
Somehow they are still mine
[Post-Chorus]
Green and gold
Stories told
Growing old
[Outro]