[Verse 1] [Soft, fragile, childlike] Nina, Nina always watches the sky, Sitting in the garden while the clouds drift by. She stares so long her little eyes turn blue, Waiting for a sign, waiting for a clue. [Building emotion] Every time an airplane crosses overhead, She jumps up smiling, filling up with hope instead. She waves both hands and whispers to the breeze, "Maybe it's you, maybe it's you looking for me." [Tender] She builds kites from tiny sticks she finds, And all the garden flowers she carefully binds. She sends them dancing where the swallows glide, Hoping they can carry her high into the sky. [Pre-Chorus] [Growing, emotional] And everybody says she should let go, But there are things a little heart will never know. [Chorus] [Melodic, emotional, soaring] Nina looks at the sky every day, Hoping a feather from her will fall her way. A little feather she can keep forever, Safe in her hands when they're not together. [More powerful] Nina looks at the sky every night, Searching the clouds in the fading light. If a feather from her could finally come down, She'd keep it close whenever she's feeling down. [Verse 2] [Gentle storytelling] She doesn't like the silly pigeons in the square, Because they can fly and she can't go there. They flap their wings wherever they please, While she's stuck below with her dreams and the trees. [Warm, nostalgic] Sometimes she draws her face with colored pens, The same soft smile she remembers again and again. Then she folds the picture into a paper plane, And throws it from her window when the sunset rains. [Emotional rise] She hopes somehow it reaches distant hands, Carried by the wind across forgotten lands. She's the one who taught her how to fold them right, So surely she can catch one in the sky tonight. [Pre-Chorus] [More emotional] The grown-ups shake their heads and look away, But Nina still believes what her heart wants to say. [Chorus] [Full instrumentation] Nina looks at the sky every day, Hoping a feather from her will fall her way. A little feather she can keep forever, Safe in her hands when they're not together. [Passionate] Nina looks at the sky every night, Searching the clouds in the fading light. If a feather from her could finally come down, She'd keep it close whenever she's feeling down. [Bridge] [Soft piano only] She hates the rain upon her windowpane, Because she thinks it's her crying again. After all the fights she's had at school, With kids who say she'll never come back soon. [Breaking voice] She covers her ears, she runs outside, Looking for answers the clouds might hide. And every drop that falls from above, Feels like a message, feels like love. [Instrumental Build] [Strings rise] [Drums enter softly] [Final Chorus] [Big emotional climax] Nina looks at the sky every day, Hoping a feather from her will fall her way. One little feather she can hold tight, To guide her through the dark of night. [Powerful but innocent] Nina looks at the sky and believes, Even when everybody tells her to leave. She keeps a place for her in every dream, Somewhere beyond where the airplanes gleam. [Outro] [Music gradually strips away] [Almost whispered] One day Nina wants to learn to fly, To sit in a cockpit above the sky. She'll become a pilot, she'll cross every sea, And find her wherever she may be. [Very soft] Before she sleeps, she closes her eyes, And wonders if the grown-ups tell her lies. [Spoken softly, child voice] Because the last time she saw her leave, [Pause] [Whisper] She got into her car and said... [Music nearly silent] [Final line - fragile whisper] "I'll be right back, sweetheart."
