Paper Flight

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk / Gritty Revival Genre

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Grey bus ticket in my hand Walking through this salted land Slinging cameras on my chest Searching for a place to rest Fold the page and let it fly Slicing through a morning sky Counting steps upon the floor Knocking on a bolted door Attic window high and wide Nowhere left for me to hide Yellow sun on white-washed brick Clock is ticking fast and thick Fold the page and let it fly Slicing through a morning sky Counting steps upon the floor Knocking on a bolted door Click the shutter, freeze the frame Every street looks just the same Silver lens and leather strap Falling in a city trap Heavy boots on wooden beams Tearing through the old school seams Hold the breath and feel the rush Paint the world in one loud brush Paper wings against the glass Watching all the strangers pass One small glide, a sudden dip Feel the steady anchor slip Fold the page and let it fly Slicing through a morning sky Counting steps upon the floor Knocking on a bolted door Buses humming in the street Rhythm of the concrete beat I can see the distant line Everything is doing fine Fold the page and let it fly Slicing through a morning sky Counting steps upon the floor Knocking on a bolted door Keep on walking, keep the pace Finding out a brand new place Let it fly. Let it fly.

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