Floating and wasting away
Finding the perfect times
To ease my mind
Of all things tried
Pouring for days
I've been locked in to pace
Out the waves
The walls seem to be closing in
And all I do is sit and count the days
These folds bring back
Brighter days of rains
Paper boats along the
Streams in your lane
Folded up from pages full
Of things I don't say
Paper boats
Ferry away this haze of grey
As they slowly soak in rain
I just ruminate
Of the grand adventures along the way
To ease my mind of all this weight
Paper boats along the
Streams in your lane
Folded up from pages full
Of things I don't say
Paper boats
Ferry away this haze of grey"