Copper pipes and rusted steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Summer heat is thick and gold
Stories that the sidewalk told
White paper gliding in the breeze
Swaying low beneath the trees
Humming where the iron meets the street
Rhythm of a lonely summer beat
One small fold and one sharp crease
Finding a momentary peace
Tossed from a window high and wide
Watching as the current slides
White paper gliding in the breeze
Swaying low beneath the trees
Humming where the iron meets the street
Rhythm of a lonely summer beat
Old bricks hold the evening glow
Watching as the taxis go
A child's hand lets the treasure fly
Underneath a purple sky
White paper gliding in the breeze
Swaying low beneath the trees
Humming where the iron meets the street
Rhythm of a lonely summer beat
Metal stairs are cold and grey
Watching all the light decay
It lands beside a concrete wall
Waiting for the night to fall
Silver lens and shutter click
Catching moments fast and quick
Frozen in a grainy frame
A tiny wing without a name
White paper gliding in the breeze
Swaying low beneath the trees
Humming where the iron meets the street
Rhythm of a lonely summer beat
Swaying low, just a paper wing.
Fly low, fly low.
