Lyrics: BAGMAN
Music: BAGMAN
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A red seal on a folded letter
Small sun pressed into the white
I broke it once with shaking fingers
And it changed the rest of life
Your words were calm as temple water
Mine were wild and full of smoke
You said love should not be captured
I read leave and nearly choked
Now I keep the torn red paper
In a drawer beneath my shirts
Some old marks do not fade softer
They just learn a quieter hurt
Red seal, red seal
You closed what I could not
A circle made of farewell
A wound that learned to clot
Red seal, red seal
Bright as blood and wax
I can send my heart across the world
But I cannot call it back
There are stamps from foreign airports
There are coins from colder towns
There are maps I marked in pencil
Where I tried to live it down
Still the seal returns in dreaming
Still the red becomes a door
Still I see your careful writing
Saying love deserves no war
Maybe you were being gentle
Maybe I was being young
Maybe every true departure
Needs a language like a drum
Red seal, red seal
You closed what I could not
A circle made of farewell
A wound that learned to clot
Red seal, red seal
Let the old permission stand
She was never mine to capture
I was never made of land