Diary Of Wood Lyrics

People made of paper
Come and go
But shadows grow
Green behind
In a diary of wood
We found the things
That make us grow these worlds
An umbrella made of stone
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You get the general idea
To call in all the troops
That are close at hand
Pretend you're a soup of sky
Past earth tonight
Let's send them photographs
From way outside
Way inside