...
A paper plane is flying high,
the wind decides when it will go down
to the left and to the right.
my eyes are squinting to the sunshine,
eyelids ignore the light
a starry sky changing the sight
I was reaching out for something new
you said you cared and I believed you.
and I believed you.
what's going up must come down,
will only carry us for some time.
my time with you is such a high
I didn't want to ever want to come down.
so now they haunt my every day,
your words will sit and glimpse and replay.
so it's easier
easier
easier
now and then,
and it's easy
to pretend
that nothing's missing
nothing's missing
nothing's missing
nothing's missing
nothing's missing
something's missing...
Yeah...