MM1.3.8-B: Paper Cranes (Luca) (L58)

[Intro] Hmmmm-mmmmhh... Ohh... Ohh, no... No, No... [Verse 1] Standing at the precipice, I cross the borderline. I'm sick of falling, sick of running, Sick of acting like it's fine. But who the fuck am I? Ohh, How do I decide? If the call was always mine, Then what was wrong with my design? How do I read between the lines? What is there left to redefine? Am I misreading all the signs? But I-- I-- I-- I kinda feel a little criminal, Like I might be a bit too liminal. I tried to keep the damage minimal, But I never found the time. I guess I never had the spine... Ohh, Why... [Pre-Hook] I made wishes by the thousands, Held in memory's embrace. Now that everything is over, Daydreams have to have their place. [Hook] Though their absence leaves me colder, There is nothing-- Left-- To-- Say. Fold 'em up like paper cranes, And send them-- On-- Their-- Way. Ay... Hey... [Extended Instrumental Break] [Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] If I must be a haunting, The let me shake the room. I would rather be a specter Than wither in a tomb... Like a melancholic tune-- A eulogy in black and blue-- A thunderstorm before the moon-- What a lonely way to be... What a sorry Sight to see, A story ended Far too soon... Another senseless Tragedy... And Oh My God... It makes me think of you.... Makes me change my point of view, Change the things I do, Try to make it through, And never wonder why... I guess I'll never know why I... Ohh, I~~... [Pre-Hook] I heard wishes by the thousands, Love in memory's embrace. I so longed to hold them closer, Though it never was my place. [Hook] As their absence leaves me colder, There is nothing-- Left-- To-- Say. Fold 'em up like paper cranes, And send them-- On-- Their-- Way. Ay... Hey... [Breakdown] [Minimal Instrumentation] Hmmm... Ahhhh..... Hahh... Oh... [Bridge] In my re-imagination... I would start it all again... If I could have emancipation... Maybe I could change the end... Send my love tied up in knots, Smelling of forget-me-nots, Though it makes you want to cry... I must let you know that I... Ohh, I~~... [Pre-Hook] I left wishes by the thousands, Back in memory's embrace. Pressed another four-leaf-clover, Though they never fill your space. [Hook] As their absence leaves me colder, There is nothing-- Left-- To-- Say. Fold 'em up like paper cranes, And send them-- On-- Their-- Way. Ay... Hey... [Outro] Ohhh, send them on their way... Cuz there's nothing left to say... No games left to play... So start another day... Start another day... Ay... Hey... Hey. [END]