Old & Grey - Maps & Atlases

The further from the edges, the further from the trim

The fewer the coats the less you put in

The further from the edges, the further from the trim

The fewer the coats the less you put in

I’ve got a drawer full of your notes

And word games that we played on planes

And five pages at least of you practicing signing your

First with my last name

Somewhere there’s an orange on the table

Somewhere there’s a robe on the floor

And our writing on the wall is under three coats of paint

In an apartment we don’t live in anymore

The further from the edges, the further from the trim

The fewer the coats the less you put in

The further from the edges, the further from the trim

The fewer the coats the less you put in

Laying eggs or even birth at all

A shoebox full of photographs from before the fall

Your dirty feet laid bricks below my hands

Somewhere there’s an orange on the table

Somewhere there’s a robe on the floor

And our writing on the wall is under three coats of paint

In an apartment we don’t live in anymore

The further from the edges, the further from the trim

The fewer the coats the less you put in

The further from the edges, the further from the trim

The fewer the coats the less you put in

I want to say you belong here

I want to pretend that we both belong

But tell me how you thought that they would react

To your parrot-colored song

When you are old & gray

When you are old & gray

I hope that someone holds you

I hope that someone holds you

The way I would

When you are old & gray

When you are old & gray

I hope that someone holds you

I hope that someone holds you

The way I would

The way I would