Verse 1
Dust rises off the pavement where you stood
Clock hands slipping backward like they're trying to prove nothing's changed
Your sweater keeps this smell I'm stuck with
Every corner holds a version of you that I've found
You said goodbye so softly it still carries sound
I stay inside the frame but my feet are moving out
I never made it far enough to lose your face
Pre-Chorus
So what's the point in holding this wide open space
If your shadow keeps on leading me back to this place
What am I waiting for that's running out of time
Is it you, is it myself that I should give up trying to find
Chorus
I'm trapped inside the fold of everything we left behind
Folded like a map that's torn in half and still can't unwind
Every step I take keeps pulling me right back to this line
Hold still in the fold until you decide
I keep turning corners just to see your face
Walking through the same four streets, looking for a different pace
But every window frame I pass still echoes out the shape of someone who knows my name
Verse 2
You said the traffic would move if I could trust the lights
Now I'm stuck watching amber turn and wondering why it doesn't
I found your favorite coffee shop downtown, playing songs that you used to play on a guitar I'll never own
Your picture was in the paper as a somebody now, but I still recognize your eyes from far away
You said goodbye with your hand still touching mine
Now the hand feels lighter than the weight of this whole heart of mine
Pre-Chorus
So what's the point in holding this wide open space
If your shadow keeps on leading me back to this place
What am I waiting for that's running out of time
Is it you, is it myself that I should give up trying to find
Chorus
I'm trapped inside the fold of everything we left behind
Folded like a map that's torn in half and still can't unwind
Every step I take keeps pulling me right back to this line
Hold still in the fold until you decide
I keep turning corners just to see your face
Walking through the same four streets, looking for a different pace
But every window frame I pass still echoes out the shape of someone who knows my name
Bridge
Maybe we both wanted something that wouldn't fit inside the space
A picture perfect life or something left behind
It's not your fault it couldn't hold both of our shapes
I'm trying to be gentle about this whole thing like I promise you
Chorus
I'm trapped inside the fold of everything we left behind
Folded like a map that's torn in half and still can't unwind
Every step I take keeps pulling me right back to this line
Hold still in the fold until you decide
I keep turning corners just to see your face
Walking through the same four streets, looking for a different pace
But every window frame I pass still echoes out the shape of someone who knows my name
