[Verse 1] Jasmine Ink on her fingers Bare feet in the moss In the green Old mug stained with cold black tea Pages breathing steam She maps out a sky in the margins Names every planet by hand Wind turns her hair into comets As she redraws the land [Chorus] Jasmine The girl who writes Science fiction in the pines Faraway island mind Building worlds between the lines Jasmine The tide rolls in But she stays where stars begin Forest for a ceiling high Islands in her eyes [Verse 2] Rust-red cabin by the river Roof patched up with tin and tape Shelf of stones from distant beaches Labeled “wormhole ” “warp ” “escape” She talks out loud to her heroes Argues with the ghosts she made Fireflies blink like her cursors Saving every change [Chorus] [Bridge] Does the city ever miss you? Do you ever miss its roar? She just laughs and dips her notebook In the ocean at the shore Says “I live between the tree rings And the satellites above” Then under her breath [low vocal register] “I just write what I can’t touch enough” [Chorus]
