[Verse 1] It landed by my windowpane, A folded bird with someone’s name — But not my own, not quite, not clear, Just ink that trembled like a tear. The corners smelled of tangerine, The poem spoke of “what has been.” And every line cut soft and deep — A stranger teaching me to weep. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe it flew from another time, Or just from the floor above mine — But I keep it safe in a coffee tin, Where lost Novembers never end. [Chorus] Paper planes in November skies, Carry a heart that never lies. Words that fall, but never land — Love for a poet, unknown and grand. Ooh, Paper planes in November skies.. [Verse 2] A week went by — another came, Each fold a secret, never the same. One smelled like rain, one like regret, One asked, “Do you remember yet?” I answered once, though I never should — Tossed my own plane through the neighborhood. It never came back, but something changed — I swear the wind said my name. [Pre-Chorus 2] Maybe you’re real, or maybe you’re gone, A whisper printed in a song. Still I wait by the window’s glow, For paper wings through early snow. [Chorus] Paper planes in November skies, Carry hearts that never die. Words that fade before they land — But I still wait with open hands. Ooh, Paper planes in November skies.. [Outro] “Sometimes I think the planes come from me, folded in dreams I forgot to see. Maybe we’re both just sending notes to the wind — hoping someone reads them.”
