Stolen Jars Folded Out
When folded out of page
Hands callow unclean
The sound of still refrain
Just clips in between
A box lit warm by home
On the twenty fourth
You gave me
Our old nights
We cut paper walls
Again again
And now I
Am folding them all
Again again
[Chanting]
I'll wait, I'll wait
I will not go
I will not go
Let's be young again
Keep your hands close
I will not go
I will not go
Let's be young again