Between the Folds

[Verse | Soft Vocal | Close Mic | British Female | Minimal Melody] We started with something small just a square between us a clean edge in the quiet nothing to line up or defend You said it didn’t need to be perfect just close enough to begin so we pressed the corners together and hoped it would hold its shape [Chorus | Gentle Lift | British Female | Controlled Emotion | No Belting] We don’t get it perfect, we just do what we can Mountains and valleys, holding where they land every edge we turn, every fold we make leaves a crease we won’t erase And it holds for a moment, longer than we planned something in the way it fits in our hands not just paper now, something we can hold just imagining where this could go [Verse | Soft Vocal | Close Mic | British Female | Minimal Melody] Somewhere between the folds it stopped being just paper you watched the way I handled it like it might tell you something I let you take one side of it didn’t pull away this time we let our edges come a bit closer just to see what shape they take [Chorus | Gentle Lift | British Female | Controlled Emotion | No Belting] We don’t get it perfect, we just do what we can Mountains and valleys, holding where they land every edge we turn, every fold we make leaves a crease we won’t erase And it holds for a moment, longer than we planned something in the way it fits in our hands not just paper now, something we can hold we’re starting to see where this could go [Verse | Soft Vocal | Close Mic | British Female | Slight Emotional Lift] We opened it out a little just to see what it could be it held longer than we thought as it started to look like us You smoothed the edges without thinking I followed where your hands had been And there it was between us something we didn’t force or explain every fold finding its place in the shape of a paper crane [Chorus | Fuller Harmony | British Female | Emotional but Restrained | No Belting] We don’t get it perfect, we just do what we can Mountains and valleys, holding where they land every edge we turn, every fold we make leaves a crease we won’t erase And it holds for a moment, longer than we planned something in the way it fits in our hands not just paper now, something we can hold we found this together, and we won’t let it go [Outro | Spoken Word | Close Mic | British Female | No Melody | Sparse Instrumentation] Funny thing is… we never really set out to make anything like this just folding mountains and valleys one into the other not always sure what we were doing and somewhere along the way… it stopped being just paper Now it’s here… in our hands holding its shape like something we didn’t force just something we both chose