You're not unlucky, you're just not very smart
These things will never leave you
They're as close as you can get
To a blueprint for the future
But you can call it fate
It's like these days I have to write down
Almost every thought I've held
So scared I am becoming
Of forgetting how it felt
And these fears, they will unravel me one day
But still I am afraid
But I'm blessed
Just to be, more or less
Standing in the afterglow of rapture
With the words the rapture left
Now you're blessed amongst all women
Now a man who's very good
He tells you how you feel
Until your life is understood
And he leads you through it arm-in-arm
As though there was a map to guide the way
And now you write because you love him
Now you write because he's kind
You write so much, you look up
And you've wrote yourself behind
And you're standing in a labyrinth of paper
And the map has been erased
But you're blessed
Just to be, more or less
Standing in the afterglow of rapture
With the words the rapture left
Are you blessed?
Just to be, more or less
Now you're standing in the afterglow of rapture
But there is no rapture left
Oh come and we will celebrate
The things that make us real
The things that break us open
And the things that make us feel
Like, these accidental meetings up and partings of the way
Are not so much our choice, but in the blood of how we're made
It's like the way I have to write down almost everything I see
So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be
And I know I'm not unlucky
I was just born this way
But I'm blessed
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles
The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles
And we all fall down as the wind blows through the paper forest
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles
Alarm clock fingers turn
They're counting seconds like they're miles
And you say 'Wake up now, cause I can see no paper forest'
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
