Where the Parchment Turns to Sea

[Verse] A coffee stain becomes an island shore, Your laughter is the wind across the floor, I trace the silver lines with careful hands, Where faded ink becomes the quiet lands. [Verse] A compass drawn in rust and melting blue, The kitchen table holds the whole of you, Every crease a valley, every tear a town, I fold the world to carry with me down. [Pre-Chorus] There is no north, no south to call my own, Just the gentle way you point me home. [Chorus] Find me where the parchment turns to sea, Find me where the margins set me free, Every road you wrote leads back to you, Every faded line is somehow true. [Verse] The candle smoke becomes a distant coast, A whispered secret that we almost lost, I read the small print only lovers see, A living atlas drawn in you and me. [Pre-Chorus] There is no north, no south to call my own, Just the gentle way you point me home. [Chorus] Find me where the parchment turns to sea, Find me where the margins set me free, Every road you wrote leads back to you, Every faded line is somehow true. [Instrumental Solo] [Bridge] When the corners curl and the letters fade, I will follow every path you made, Even if the ink dissolves in rain, I will read your skin to find the name. [Chorus] Find me where the parchment turns to sea, Find me where the margins set me free, Every road you wrote leads back to you, Every faded line is somehow true. [Outro] So fold me close and mark the place, Where the paper holds our quiet face, And when the maps dissolve in light, I will still be by your side tonight.