Letras
Ah, and I make a paper moon
Golden rivers carved a tune
Lanterns lit a path so bright
That stars themselves would envy light
Hushed whispers through the painted trees
Every word a gentle breeze
Petals fall like promises
Soft as dusk, just like this
Drifting down a silk-spun stream
Caught within a perfect dream
A fairytale in pastel blue
Where every tale feels somehow true
In towers high, the voices sing
Echoes of a gilded king
Soft as lace and spun from gold
A warmth that never once grows cold
I walk through doors that never close
Perfumed air in blooming rows
Each step's a dance I've learned by heart
But somewhere, something pulls apart
Drifting down a silk-spun stream
Lost within this painted scene
A fairytale in pastel blue
Where every tale feels somehow true
Drifting down a silk-spun stream
Lost within this painted scene
A fairytale in shades of light
Where morning never meets the night
Shadows flicker, thin as glass
Hints of faces from the past
A world outside I used to know
With faces blurred and voices low
Lights dim down in paper halls
Paint peels back on hidden walls
The garden fades in shades of gray
Where even dreams can't seem to stay
Slipping from this silk-spun stream
Caught between the lines of dreams
A fairytale that feels so true
But paper skies can't hold their blue
Once beneath a paper moon
A fairytale I thought was true
Now it fades in morning light
A story lost to quiet night
Once beneath a paper moon
A fairytale I thought was true
Now it fades in morning light
A story lost to quiet night (Night)