Paper Forest (In The Afterglow Of Rapture)

You're not unlucky, you're just not very smart

These things will never leave you - they're as close as you can get

To a blueprint for the future - but you can call it fate

It's like these days I have to write down almost every thought I've held

So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt

And these fears they will unravel me one day

But still I am afraid

But I'm blessed

Just to be, more or less

Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left

Oh blessed

Just to be, more or less

Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left

Now you're blessed amongst all women,

Now a man who's very good,

He tells you how you feel until your life is understood

And he leads you through it arm in arm as though

There was a map to guide the way

Now you write because you love him, now you write because he's kind

You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind

And you're standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased

But you're blessed

Just to be, more or less

Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left.

Are you blessed?

Just to be, more or less?

Now you're standing in the afterglow of rapture, but there is no rapture left

Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that make us real

The things that break us open, and the things that make us feel

Like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way

Are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we're made

It's like the way I have to write down almost everything I see

So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be

And I know I'm not unlucky

I was just born this way

But I'm blessed

And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles

The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles

And we all fall down

Like wind blows through the paper forest

And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles

The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles

And we all fall down

As wind blows through the paper forest

And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle

Alarm clock fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're miles

And you say: wake up now, 'cause I can see no paper forest