Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Airplane , by - Buck 65. Song from the album 20 ODD YEARS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.05.2010
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Paper Airplane |
| Down by the lake you saw me |
| And you knew I was waiting for you |
| Looking in between those long reeds |
| Your reflection it fell upon. |
| How we missed that love. |
| (Buck 65) |
| The words written on my hand are hard to say |
| A game of solitaire with no card to play |
| Paper airplane so far away |
| (Jenn Grant) |
| How we missed that love |
| (Buck 65) |
| The words written on my hand are hard to say |
| A game of solitaire with no card to play |
| Paper airplane so far away |
| (Jenn Grant) |
| Crying for your letters |
| Looking all through the pictures |
| They’re surviving the long way, |
| To get from me to you. |
| Get to me. |
| You’re writing me a letter |
| Looking for my heart to send you- |
| Oh it all in words |
| I’m writing my heart out, |
| My heart out for you. |
| (Buck 65) |
| Distant tower, |
| Hour on resistant hour, |
| Signals with consistent power. |
| Eventually the shepherd must slaughter his sheep. |
| The sky is ripped open and the water is deep |
| Somewhere else your burning fire, |
| Your tempting charms |
| I’m lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms |
| Admitting I’m stranded. |
| Committing my plan |
| And two stories written by hand. |
| (Jenn Grant) |
| Play me again your memory. |
| (Buck 65) |
| The hands on the clock on the wall are the enemy |
| I feel them on my throat |
| Girls are called Emily |
| Stillness |
| Is Illness |
| Your voice is the remedy. |
| (Jenn Grant) |
| Polaroid picture gonna find me |
| (Buck 65) |
| The illusion is blinding |
| Aches that remind me |
| Finally behind me |
| Yesterday is in the fire |
| Drawn to these words |
| Until my hands begin to tire |
| At war with now |
| Desperately seeking then |
| Cursing my body |
| And torturing a bleeding pen |
| Memories of your voice |
| Circling through rooms |
| Wondering where |
| And imagining two moons |
| There is one for each of us |
| Anguish is my guiding grace |
| I keep all your lyrics in a secret hiding place |
| Building a boar made with a sail of paper |
| Words written down |
| No sound |
| And a trail of vapor |
| (Jenn Grant) |
| How we missed that love |
| How we |
| How we missed that love. |
| How we |