Found it in my bottom drawer
Creased and delicate, time-worn
Your careful folds from years ago
(Mmm, years ago)
Paper wings don't fly like they used to
Memories fade but I hold them close
Paper wings don't fly like they used to
But I keep trying to let them go
(Oh, let them go)
Autumn afternoons in class
Passing notes beneath our desks
Your fingers quick with patience
While mine just made a mess
(La la, made a mess)
Paper wings don't fly like they used to
Memories fade but I hold them close
Paper wings don't fly like they used to
But I keep trying to let them go
Dust floats in morning light
I unfold and fold again
[Solo]
(Ooh... mmm...)
Paper wings, they still remind me
Of the friend I used to know