In a farmhouse parlor draped with gold curtains
An old Texan's guitar drifts out from the speaker
The wallpaper stares while whistles from a window
accompany the voices that left long ago
On an old refrigerator taped newspaper clippings
Of cousins and grandkids and a famous 'used to be'
There's a handwritten letter folded up on the table
With the overdue bills and the outgoing mail
It's what was handed down that decorates this tomb
Borderline Origami folded into the room
When the lie becomes gospel it's hard to refute
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
It gets hard to breathe in this air of denial
Forgetting doesn't work well anymore
For the child who gave up and stopped sending pictures
It was easier to just move along
She had made the child a reason to stay in this world
The singer felt cheated when he finally came to know
Now the distance increases and the pain has grown cold
It was all in a letter never sent long ago
It's what was handed down that decorates this tomb
Borderline Origami folded into the room
When the lie becomes gospel its hard to refute
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
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These songs are the kind of gems that rarely come about for anyone without a long practice of songwriting. The language of the lyrics is always original, connecting commonly felt things in new ways. The music, delivery, and band are perfect vehicles for these wonderful songs. pdxshinn