Chorus (soft then wide) Hold me close, we mend what broke, Whisper truth in undertows. Paper boats on tired seas, Sail us home with quieter pleas. We are more than every loss, More than numbers, names, and clocks. Build me up from what you took, Turn the page, rewrite the book.
Verse 2 Ophelia's crooked crown, a ribbon made of thread, Missax keeps the radio with words of what was said. Kaan hums a different key, an honest kind of tune, We plant the orchard's saplings under one small moon. missax 23 02 02 ophelia kaan building up mom xx repack
Chorus Hold me close, we mend what broke, Whisper truth in undertows. Paper boats on tired seas, Sail us home with quieter pleas. We are more than every loss, More than numbers, names, and clocks. Build me up from what you took, Turn the page, rewrite the book. Chorus (soft then wide) Hold me close, we
Verse 1 Missax in the back room, midnight on the clock, Ophelia humming lullabies that never stopped. Kaan draws constellations on the kitchen wall, We patch the pieces where the silence falls. Build me up from what you took, Turn
Outro Missax, Ophelia, Kaan — we call and they reply, Mama's voice a lantern when the nights are wide. XX on the doorstep, repack and close the door, We are building up a home from all the ways we soar.
Pre-Chorus Building up the stories, learn to say the names, Mama folds our futures, burns the edges of the blame. XX traces constellations in the palms of open hands, We repack all the sunlight into plans.
Breakdown Mama says be careful with the weight of all you love, Tie your wishes gently and set them up above. XX on the mailbox, repack every hope, We build a ladder stitched from rope.