[Verse 1] Room one: the paper-wing machine I built at twelve from glue and tin It never rose above the floor I left the little launch marks in Room two holds every almost-me In coats of dust and borrowed names I used to lock the doors at dusk Now I turn the brass key again [Pre-Chorus] Come see the seams, the crooked frames The plans that changed before they flew I’m done pretending I was made Without the work that brought me through [Chorus] I open every door, let the daylight take its measure All my unfinished shapes belong beneath this roof I am not the failed design; I’m the hand that keeps on drawing Past the last display, I’m building room for something new [Verse 2] A glass case keeps the map I tore When every road bent out of line A model city missing streets Still shows me where I meant to climb The visitors leave penciled notes Beside the names I couldn’t keep I read them as the evening comes And let the next foundation sleep [Bridge] No blueprint owns the coming years No door must stay where it was set I carry every measured flaw As useful marks, not my regret [Final Chorus] I open every door, let the daylight take its measure All my unfinished shapes belong beneath this roof I am not the failed design; I’m the hand that keeps on drawing Past the last display, I’m building room for something new [Outro] One more wing, one more beginning Leave the old rooms open wide
