[Verse 1] City lights dim as we rise from the ground, Drift past roofs with a hush for a sound. Breath of the night pulls soft at my sleeve, Everything heavy just learns how to leave. Moon paints glow on the folds of the breeze, We’re two small shapes in a sky made of ease. Nothing but glide in the lines that you trace - Weight falls off when we slip into space. [Chorus] Paper skies - you let me fly. Cut the night into clean light lines. Fold me close - I’m weightless, I rise. Under your hands I reshape, I glide. Paper skies - we drift, we slide. Paper skies - you let me fly. Cut the night into clean light lines. Fold me close – I’m weightless, I rise. Under your hands I reshape, I glide. Paper skies - we drift, we slide. [Verse 2] Wind shifts soft and it carries us higher, Far from the noise, from the pull, from the wire. Billboard glow blurs like watercolor streams, City below turning quiet as dreams. Air bends gently when you angle my flight, Paper-plane soul in the calm of the night. Every new current unwinds what I hide - Let the dark open, we drift with the tide. [Chorus] Paper skies - you let me fly. Cut the night into clean light lines. Fold me close - I’m weightless, I rise. Under your hands I reshape, I glide. Paper skies - we drift, we slide. Paper skies - you let me fly. Cut the night into clean light lines. Fold me close - I’m weightless, I rise. Under your hands I reshape, I glide. Paper skies - we drift, we slide. [Bridge] Fold me again where the twilight breaks, Where silence lifts and the whole sky wakes. Edges turn gold in your guiding air - We rise so high there’s no weight left there. [Chorus] Paper skies - you let me fly. Cut the night into clean light lines. Fold me close - I’m weightless, I rise. Under your hands I reshape, I glide. Paper skies - we drift, we slide. (c) Daycee
