Bring me home Pick me and press me In the big dictionary you keep on the shelf I belong Nestled and swaddled in words to preserve me for years And when winter arrives, I'll still be here And when spring comes around, I'll still be here Pressed in the shape that you found me most beautiful ♪ Paper-thin and petals like laces, I Wait until it's time to unveil me Maybe now I'll be delicate At least for a season or two I am yours Frame me and hang me Or use me to find your last place in your book I am strong Or at least my perfume was And touch me or don't, I'll still break And when summer arrives, I'll still be here And when autumn comes blowing, I'll be here Pressed and beloved, or forgotten That's all up to you Paper-thin and veins on display, I Wait until I'm transparent and ready Maybe now I'll be knowable I can learn not to ache for your hands