Greg Parkes

Intro E Am/E Am Am/C C C/D Feel: gentle arpeggio, 7284 BPM; let the high strings ring between phrases. [Verso 1] E Am/E A paper wing against the windowpane, Am Am/C Small tremors tracing where the light remains. C C/D You moved like weather, soft and hard to name, E Am/E Left fingerprints of color on my plain. [Pré-Refrão] Am C I learned the language of the quiet things, E C/D The way a glance can fold and then take wing. [Refrão] E Butterfly in the room, dont fly away so soon, Am You fold the daylight into something new. C I keep my hands still, let the small truth bloom, D Hoping your colors wont be used up by the room. [Verso 2] E Am/E You said youd mend the map of where you go, Am Am/C But maps are paper, and paper learns to show C C/D The places where the edges fray and fold, E Am/E The stories that you never fully told. [Ponte] Am C Theres a hush that lives between the wings and wind, E C/D A truth thats small and fragile, not a thing to mend. Am C If you want mercy, let the daylight in, D If you want honesty, let the quiet win. [Refrão] E Butterfly in the room, dont fly away so soon, Am You fold the daylight into something new. C I keep my hands still, let the small truth bloom, D Hoping your colors wont be used up by the room. Outro E Am/E If you must leave, leave gentle as a wing, Am C Dont tear the paper where the light can sing. C/D E Ill keep the window open for the truth to come, (Last E rings out, let it fade)