[singer A] I found a map in my back pocket No street names, just a coffee stain Wrote your name on the corner of it Then watched it drift in the rain I had a day with no direction A cracked phone and a pocket of change Then you laughed like a new invention And the whole gray room rearranged [transition] [singer B] I peeled your name off the registration last Tuesday mornin' No sirens, no broken glass, no cinematic warnin' Just the ballpoint scratchin' through the joint address Two signatures drinkin' down an old excess Got the easy pass unlinked from your debit card Funny how the hardest parts aren't actually hard It's the muscle memory tappin' on the dashboard screen Checkin' if you've made it past the bridge routine [melodic interlude] [singer A] Now the floorboards start to move When you say my name Like the air knows what to do And it does the same Paper boats, paper boats Float me where you go Paper boats, paper boats I just need the flow If the world gets rough Hold my sleeve, hold my sleeve Paper boats, paper boats You and me, you and me [transition] [singer B] Sign the slip, let the title go clear Nothing left to arbitrate or carry back here We ran the mileage till the tires went thin Counting every exit that we should've stayed in Now the road stays quiet when the headlights dim Headlights dim, headlights dim Sign the slip, let the title go clear [melodic transition] [singer A] We took the long way past the corner store Past the chipped blue door and the busted sign You stole my fries, I stole yours And neither of us even minded Your shoes were bright with city dust Mine were scuffed from a train gone late You said, "Just trust what you can't control" So I let that small wave take [transition] [singer B] On third, the Bluetooth wiped out the preset five Now it's static on the dial when I take the late drive No bitter voice memos, no paragraph to send Culture isn't winning, it's just knowing where to end Once the engine burns out, there is nothing left to hide I remember every fight in this service lane Trading thirty-dollar fixers for an endless strain Now I keep the glove box clean, keep the receipt for plaque [instrumental] [singer A] We don't need a perfect shore We don't need a sign Just a little bit of drifting And your hand in mine Paper boats, paper boats Float me where you go Paper boats, paper boats I just need the flow If the world gets rough Hold my sleeve, hold my sleeve Paper boats, paper boats You and me, you and me [singer B] Got the title in the mail with a single stamp Takink my own speed down the outer ramp Sign the slip, let the title go clear Nothing left to arbitrate or carry back here
