Pages
Stephanie Wilson
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Dreaming of sounds made of whale songs and water Of visions through lenses of old Pentax cameras And softness of skin that is yours that I hold And I'm dreaming from heights above small kitchen tables Where answers from elders bust open the ages To interpret the words that are yours that I hold Am I old, am I blossoming, bellowing or bold Am I caught in a fairy tale nobody told Where my pages are turning, they're dog-eared with folds And they're writing themselves in the cold Dreaming of bones left by avian totems Of portals that mend when their apertures open And a promise of love that is yours that I hold Am I old, am I blossoming, bellowing or bold Am I caught in a fairy tale nobody told Where my pages are turning, they're dog-eared with folds And they're writing themselves in the spirit of old And they're writing themselves in the cold
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Pages Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 25 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/9107433/Stephanie+Wilson/Pages>.
Discuss the Pages Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In