[Intro - spoken] “Ghosthop’s got a paper plane to refold…” Static hum. Wind lifts the dust of memory. [Verse 1] The stars blink out like tired eyes I trace your name in folded lines This silence screams where you once spoke A love survived in songs and smoke [Chorus] Origami hearts I keep Folded from the nights I couldn't sleep Launched into a haunted sky Each one a reason not to die These paper wings, they burn, they glide— But some still make it to the other side [Verse 2] I hear your voice in crashing waves In sidewalk chalk and wilted graves Ghosthop floats in specter grace A fragile grin across his face [Bridge] Take your pain, and fold it tight Shape the sorrow into flight Let it drift where angels tread Where the lost still hear what’s left unsaid [Final Chorus] Origami hearts in flight Built from every sleepless night Tears become our ink and flame But every fold still spells your name So write it loud, and throw it far— Your pain's a plane that makes you who you are [Outro] Soft wind, then silence. Ghosthop’s voice echoes faintly: "You can always make more."
