[Intro – single guitar chord + tape hiss] [Verse 1] I built a paper plane from homework I never signed, Threw it off the fire-escape, watched the city unwind. It zig-zagged past your window where fairy-lights still glow, You laughed at my bad aim, said “try again—go slow.” [Pre-Chorus] We sketched our names in sidewalk chalk, rain clouds on delay, But every drop just made the colours brighter anyway. [Chorus – glockenspiel enters, gang vocals] We’re a paper-plane parade, Folding dreams we never made. Crash and crease and fly again— We’re the ink against the wind. Nobody knows where we’ll descend, But up here, the world makes sense. [Post-Chorus – wordless “ah-ah”] Fly-ah-ah, paper-plane parade… [Verse 2] Your bike had busted training wheels, my headphones only left, We shared a single ear-bud, indie tapes and cassettes. You hummed the wrong key purposely, I smiled out of tune, We swore the suburbs couldn’t end too soon. [Pre-Chorus 2 – bass enters, slight over-drive] Streetlights blink like metronomes, guiding our parade, We’ll land somewhere tomorrow—today we’re handmade. [Chorus] We’re a paper-plane parade, Folding dreams we never made. Crash and crease and fly again— We’re the ink against the wind. Nobody knows where we’ll descend, But up here, the world makes sense. [Bridge – drums mute, distant crowd chatter, glockenspiel solo] Maybe we’ll fall, maybe we’ll soar, Maybe we’ll be framed on someone’s floor. But every wrinkle is a map of where we’ve been— We’re origami kings and queens. [Final Chorus – key lifts to C# minor, drums full, string-synth pad] We’re a paper-plane parade, Even rain can’t wash our shade. Crash and crease and fly again— We’re the ink against the wind. Nobody knows where we’ll descend, But tonight, the world makes sense. [Outro – single guitar, tape slows, paper-plane flutter FX] Parade… parade… (Hiss fades to silence.)