Track 4 of the EP Postcards from the Spare Room · 2020
Every Page You Turned for Me
by Wren Hallett
“A song for the blue ink bleeding at the edges of an old letter. It was written slowly and sung slower.”
xinyao · xinyao-tinged folk · nostalgic ballad · 3:32
Lyrics
You sent me letters in a looping hand Blue ink bleeding at the edges of the page We were two kids on a crowded campus Writing slow in a hurried age I kept them all in a biscuit tin Tied with a ribbon, soft and frayed Some nights I read them by the window And the years just fall away Every page you turned for me Was a door I walked right through Every word in your looping hand Was a way of saying you Now the ink has gone to autumn But the warmth is still alive Every page you turned for me Taught my heart to arrive You wrote about the library stairs And the rain that kept us in You drew a little sun in the corner Where the letter would begin We said we'd write when we grew older And I guess we really did Every line a quiet promise Folded up and hid Every page you turned for me Was a door I walked right through Every word in your looping hand Was a way of saying you Now the ink has gone to autumn But the warmth is still alive Every page you turned for me Taught my heart to arrive Now I write you back in the evening light With a pen that shakes a little Telling you the garden's doing fine And the world is soft and brittle Every page you turned for me Was a door I walked right through Every word in your looping hand Was a way of saying you Now the ink has gone to autumn But the warmth is still alive Every page you turned for me Taught my heart to arrive Taught my heart to arrive