Walking like a blank page
You make me fill in all of your lines (can't read)
I can't read you so i'll write
I can't read you
I'll fill in your lines
I scribble words until my feet spiral dirt
I climb up clouds to get a glimpse of what you're like behind closed doors
Your paper body pressed on mine everyday
I pen the story that I
I pen the story that I like
Footprints leaving ink behind
Ooh
Wrote your face too close to mine
Ooh
And maybe something more
Walking like a blank page
Ink sprawled on the floor
As you are, I want you as you are
Your paper skin pressed on me tight
Your papers limbs pressed on mine
Your paper skin pressed on me tight
So tight
So tight
One page ain't enough to
Write all the love
One page ain't enough to
Write all the love I see
For you and me
I hold you in pen and ink
The disorder in your step, I could watch forever
Footprints leaving ink behind
Wrote your face too close to mine
Close to mine
