Between these wooden shells I wander
through paper scents of yesterday
my fingers brush against the corners
of something tucked away
and now I hold this piece of time
these words and faded ink divine
who are you
when you wrote these lines
who are you before the pages turn
what kind of love that you then learn
did autumn rain against your windowpane
were there words youcouldn't say
I traced the letters of your name
but time has washed it all away
who are you
who are you
the dust fold soft in morning light
as I read words you left behind
the paper thin and warm but bright
with thoughts you once defined
your hand writing tells me more than all these sentences explore
ooh when you wrote these lines
who were you before the pages turned
what kind of love had you then learned
did autumn rain against your windowpane
were there words youcouldn't say
I traced the letters of your name
but time has washed it all away
sometimes I think I see your face
in every stranger passing by
I wonder if you found your place
beyond these words that make me cry
who are you
who are you