White fold on a wooden floor
Waiting by the kitchen door
Iron steam in heavy gray
Chasing all the cold away
Fly away from the rolling tide
Find a place where the small things hide
High above where the kettle sings
Sailing on these paper wings
Salt is crusting on the glass
Watching all the winter pass
Rough hands hold a steady light
Keeping every beacon bright
Fly away from the rolling tide
Find a place where the small things hide
High above where the kettle sings
Sailing on these paper wings
Small ink lines upon the page
Breaking from a narrow cage
Tiled walls and a copper pot
Giving everything we got
Fly away from the rolling tide
Find a place where the small things hide
High above where the kettle sings
Sailing on these paper wings
Storms will rattle every pane
Washing out the summer stain
Safe inside the yellow glow
While the northern currents blow
Fold the corner, make a crease
Looking for a moment's peace
Hold the breath and let it go
Watch the steady rhythm flow
Oil lamps in a lonely row
Lighting up the way we go
Paper gliding through the heat
Landing on a linen sheet
Fly away from the rolling tide
Find a place where the small things hide
High above where the kettle sings
Sailing on these paper wings
Hold the line, hold the line
Paper wing, you are mine
Paper wing, you are mine