Ezra Vancil - Error Of Days Lyrics

If I could keep you here like a pressed flower
With poems and dreams
Songs unsung
And to hold would heal me every hour
Like potion sting on my tongue
And a smile would pay for all of my shames
Laughter of fools, falling in love, the first time again
For the days I feared and held like the rain
Finding a seem broken between fall in the drain
If I could keep you here like a pressed flower
On darkest days moon nor sun
In a box of years well I would devour
In lonely ways, made for one
In a book unnamed and hidden in chains
Far from the cruel sun that will fuel, the error of days
In a box of things broken and stray
There you would go between the fold never to fade