[112 BPM in D minor. Simple early-80s drum-machine pattern, dry short kick, short electronic snare, closed hi-hat, rigid repetitive timing, minimal fills, minimal percussion. Analog synth bass with a simple syncopated pattern, sparse poly-synth chords and a restrained arpeggiated synth motif.] [Intro - instrumental] [Soft sequenced synthesizer, pulsing synth bass, simple electronic drum-machine groove] [Verse 1] I wrote your name at the top of the page, Then watched the morning slowly turn the page. The coffee went cold, the room filled with rain, And every little sentence sounded strange. I told you about the house beside the sea, The yellow door, the old oak tree. I told you I remembered, I told you I was fine, But every word was written between the lines. [Hook] I folded up the paper, I folded up the past. Some things are made for leaving, Some things were never meant to last. [Verse 2 - steady, slightly stronger] I wrote about the evening that we met, The silver car, the cigarette. You said we'd never need another place, I believed you when I looked into your face. I wrote about the winter after that, The empty chair, the borrowed black. I wrote the words I never had the nerve to say, Then crossed them out and threw them all away. [Chorus - firm, same register] Paper aeroplane, fly across the room, Carry all the words I never sent to you. Paper aeroplane, don't come back to me, Take the old goodbye and set it free. Paper aeroplane, rising through the rain, You don't need an address, you don't need a name. If the wind should take you somewhere I don't know, That's the only place I want you to go. [Instrumental Break - instrumental only, no vocals] [Arpeggiated synth lead, analog bass sequence, short poly-synth accents] [Verse 3 - lower, more reflective] I found the letter underneath my bed, The ink had faded, but the words were there. I read it once and laughed at what I'd said, Then wondered why I ever kept it there. I opened up the window to the night, The city was a river full of lights. I folded every page along the line, And made a little airplane out of time. [Bridge - spoken/sung softly but not whispered] No destination. No return address. Just one last message I don't have to send. [Final Chorus - stronger phrasing, not higher pitch] Paper aeroplane, fly across the room, Carry all the words I never sent to you. Paper aeroplane, don't come back to me, Take the old goodbye and set it free. Paper aeroplane, rising through the rain, You don't need an address, you don't need a name. And if the wind should take you somewhere I don't know, That's the only place I want you to go. [Outro - instrumental] [Arpeggiated synth repeats the main motif, bass and drum machine gradually fade] No address. No reply. Just let it fly.
