Lyrics: Jaymee Wen
Music: Jaymee Wen
Arranger: Jaymee Wen
The cedar shingles are turning gray
Like the ash from a firethat's had its say
The kitchen floor slopes toward the west
Where the afternoon sun comes to rest
There's a comfort in the way it leans
In the history held by the missing seams
We are better in the hollows
In the places where the lightwon't go
It's the splintered grain we follow
In the rhythm that the shadows know
Nothing's perfect,nothing's new, butit's all true
Butit's all true
Butit's all true
I found a letter in a drawer
With a date from ten years before
The ink is fading at the fold
Turning white like a winter cold
Itdoesn't tell me what I knew
But it shows me how the color grew
How the color grew
Let the paint peel, let the vine climb
We are only renting time
There's a grace in the fraying edges
A peace on the window ledges
A peace on the window ledges
Don't fix the hole
It's where we feel whole
Where we feel whole
We are better in the hollows
In the places where the lightwon't go
It's the splintered grain we follow
That the shadows know
Nothing's perfect,nothing's new, butit's all true
Yeahit's all true
It's all true
Just as it should be
Mmm