02 02 Ophelia Kaan Building Up Mom Xx Repack — Missax 23
Verse 2 Ophelia's crooked crown, a ribbon made of thread, Missax keeps the radio with words of what was said. Kaan hums a different key, an honest kind of tune, We plant the orchard's saplings under one small moon.
Pre-Chorus Building up the stories, learn to say the names, Mama folds our futures, burns the edges of the blame. XX traces constellations in the palms of open hands, We repack all the sunlight into plans. missax 23 02 02 ophelia kaan building up mom xx repack
Pre-Chorus Building up the stories brick by tender brick, Mama's hands remember every misfit stitch. XX maps our kisses on the calendar of scars, We repack all the fragments into jars. Verse 2 Ophelia's crooked crown, a ribbon made
Chorus Hold me close, we mend what broke, Whisper truth in undertows. Paper boats on tired seas, Sail us home with quieter pleas. We are more than every loss, More than numbers, names, and clocks. Build me up from what you took, Turn the page, rewrite the book. XX traces constellations in the palms of open
Chorus Hold me close, we mend what broke, Whisper truth in undertows. Paper boats on tired seas, Sail us home with quieter pleas. We are more than every loss, More than numbers, names, and clocks. Build me up from what you took, Turn the page, rewrite the book.
