Lyrics
[Verse 1] I was a blank page trembling in your hands, All sharp little corners, no shape, no plans. You traced every scar like a delicate crease, Turning old wounds into wings piece by piece. I had folded myself till I fit every place, Made a thousand small masks from the same tired face. But you opened me gently, afraid I might tear, And found something worth loving still hidden in there. [Pre-Chorus] With every careful touch, You taught my fear to bend— But paper holds the memory Of everywhere it’s been. [Chorus] I gave you my paper heart, Folded beneath the stars, Fragile as a whispered wish, Still beautiful with scars. Hold it like an origami crane, Don’t let it fall apart— Love can make a world from nothing, But be gentle with my paper heart. [Verse 2] We made little kingdoms from letters and dreams, Built boats for our promises, set them on streams. We watched them drift onward through silver moonlight, Two fragile confessions learning to survive. You folded your sorrow and gave it to me, A small paper flower from a dead winter tree. I placed it beside mine, and somehow we grew— Two delicate things making something brand new. [Pre-Chorus] Yet every careless word Can leave a lasting line, For once a page is folded, It never lies completely flat with time. [Chorus] I gave you my paper heart, Folded beneath the stars, Fragile as a whispered wish, Still beautiful with scars. Hold it like an origami crane, Don’t let it fall apart— Love can make a world from nothing, But be gentle with my paper heart. [Bridge] If the rain comes down, shelter me close, Ink starts to run where the deepest love shows. If my edges grow worn, if my colors all fade, Remember the shape that together we made. And if I come undone in the weight of your hands, Don’t throw me away just because I won’t stand. Unfold me with patience, lay every piece bare— There’s still room for love in the damage we share. [Final Chorus] I gave you my paper heart, No armor, walls, or guards, Every fold a leap of faith, Every crease a map of scars. Lift it like an origami crane, And let it chase the dark— Love can give the fragile wings, Love can turn the torn to art. So keep it from the pouring rain, And safe against your heart— I’ve trusted you with everything: My delicate paper heart. [Outro] We may never lose the creases, We may never hide the seams— But in your hands, my paper heart Learned how to carry dreams.