Hold Still in the Fold (wersja 2)

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