Track 1 of the single Pressed Between the Pages · 2025
Pressed Between the Pages
“I found a violet in a dictionary and the whole song unfolded from the letter P. It's the most playful thing I've written, and I'm still a bit shy about how much I love it.”
folk-pop · chamber folk · acoustic pop · 4:06
Lyrics
I found you in the dictionary, under the letter P A violet gone to paper, flat as a memory Your handwriting in pencil says "the garden, end of May" I turn the page so softly, it might fade away Oh, who has time to keep a thing Just to see if it will stay Pressed between the pages, where the quiet things are kept A little bit of summer in the book that no one stepped Through the years of hurry, through the moving and the rain Pressed between the pages, you are blooming once again There's a bus ticket for Salisbury, a recipe for pears A shopping list in your hand, with the milk crossed out twice The spine is cracked and tender, the corners soft with thumbs I read the margins slowly, like the end has not yet come Oh, who has time to keep a thing Just to see if it will stay Pressed between the pages, where the quiet things are kept A little bit of summer in the book that no one stepped Through the years of hurry, through the moving and the rain Pressed between the pages, you are blooming once again Maybe love is only this A leaf, a flower, a held-back breath Something small you slip inside And trust the dark to keep it kind So I will add a clover from the lawn behind the door And a feather from the windowsill, and one thing more Some morning someone's fingers will go looking for a word And find that we were here, and that the light was sweet and heard Pressed between the pages, where the quiet things are kept A little bit of summer in the book that no one stepped Through the years of hurry, through the moving and the rain Pressed between the pages, we are blooming once again Pressed between the pages Blooming once again