On The Page – Maggie RogersBy FollowThe flight of the north moving birdsSteadyThe echo, the great moving herdThey fly through the nightFill their wings and their sightsWith cold air and pale shadowed moonsOh lover, kid you notThough we promised a lotI must fly from youSo hold meSing me to sleepOn the crest of a late breaking waveAnd write meInto your thoughtsI’ll be safe with the words on the pageShadowThe light plays its own little gamesDream worldIts own silent claim to remainAnd it’ll follow you stillThrough the streams and the hillsAnd remnants of gold autumn leavesOh lover, you can walkBut your shadow still stalksFrom between the treesSo hold meSing me to sleepOn the crest of a late breaking waveAnd write meInto your thoughtsI’ll be safe with the words on the page www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20