Track Insight / Lyrics
The iron gates are locked and cold
The ticket booths are gray and old
A single page of lined white sheet
Lies frozen on the concrete street
Oh, carry high the paper wing
Where the autumn branches swing
Ride the wind across the park
Before the sky turns heavy dark
The Ferris wheel is standing still
Against the shadow of the hill
The cotton candy scent is gone
The winter frost is coming on
I fold the edge and crease the spine
A crooked map, a jagged line
I launch it from a shaking hand
Above the salted, sleeping land
Oh, carry high the paper wing
Where the autumn branches swing
Ride the wind across the park
Before the sky turns heavy dark
I remember every hymn
The choir light was gold and dim
I will sing it to the air
A heavy weight, a quiet prayer
It glides above the empty ride
With nowhere left for it to hide
A white bird in a copper haze
The ending of the golden days
Oh, carry high the paper wing
Where the autumn branches swing
Ride the wind across the park
Before the sky turns heavy dark
Hold the flight, hold the light.
Paper wing, autumn swing.
