Track Insight / Lyrics
Raindrops on the pavement, they fall like tears from above
Little planes of paper slyly swept, by every step of love
Their zigzag path is fleeting beauty, a smile in destiny's design
Counting closer to the washing line, as the moments intertwine
Children's laughter echoes, cold and clear
In the endless hum of the machines nearby
Steady rhythm of the heart, in sync with the cycle's rise
The lure of neon signs, in the rain's distant sigh
Every splash a secret, every foot a lie
When worlds collide, out of airspace and time
In the humid, sterile cavern of coincidence sublime
Two lines forever crossed, in the patter of the rain
A whispered promise, a stolen glance, the blame's not to claim
Raindrops on my eyelids, they blur the world outside
As I walk with empty pockets, but a heart full of pride
Paper planes in the puddles, a trail of what could've been
If only gravity let go, and fate set us free again
Fabric softeners waft, in a cloud of sweet deceit
As I pass the dated clocks, each tick a moment not to meet
A life in pause, as I wait and hope to find
The one who sent the planes, before the cycle spins around again
When worlds collide, out of airspace and time
In the humid, sterile cavern of coincidence sublime
Two lines forever crossed, in the patter of the rain
A whispered promise, a stolen glance, the blame's not to claim
Raindrops on my eyelids, they blur the world outside
As I walk with empty pockets, but a heart full of pride
Paper planes in the puddles, a trail of what could've been
If only gravity let go, and fate set us free again
In the mirrors of the vending machines, I see their eyes
Reflecting back, through the glass, a different life's surprise
One where we touched down gentle, fate's turbulence soothed
Two hearts in sync, the storm outside, the warmth inside, proof
Raindrops on my eyelids, they blur the world outside
As I walk with empty pockets, but a heart full of pride
Paper planes in the puddles, a trail of what could've been
If only gravity let go, and fate set us free again
The cycle ends with a wash, the clothes spin round and new
But the planes remain, a memory, in the puddles still I'll pursue
The one who sent them soaring, the love that got away
In the neon lights, I'll hold on to this rainy day.
