Maggie Rogers - On the Page lyrics

Follow the flight of the north moving birds Steady the echo, the great moving herd They fly through the night Fill their wings and their sights With cold air and pale shadowed moons Oh lover, kid you not Though we promised a lot I must fly from you So hold me sing me to sleep On the crest of a late breaking wave And write me into your thoughts I'll be safe with the words on the page Shadow the light plays its own little games Dream world, its own silent claim to remain And it'll follow you still Through the streams and the hills And remnants of gold autumn leaves Oh lover, you can walk But your shadow still stalks From between the trees So hold me sing me to sleep On the crest of a late breaking wave And write me into your thoughts I'll be safe with the words on the page