Found a notebook from a younger me Full of sketches of the things I'd be I used to think the world was just a page Waiting for the colors of a golden age But the ink is smudging in the morning dew And the sky is wearing a heavier hue The puddles are deep on the avenue Reflecting a version of me and you We're building castles out of shifting sand Holding a future in a trembling hand Folding my hopes into a wing Waiting for what the wind will bring Through rainy days and paper planes We're just trying to break these chains Yeah, we're flying high on a fragile dream Floating down a cold and grey stream The thunder is distant, a low-key drum Waiting for the brighter days to come The edges are torn, the creases are white But we're still throwing them into the night A simple fold, a leap of faith Chasing a ghost, chasing a wraith The puddles are deep on the avenue Reflecting a version of me and you We're building castles out of shifting sand Holding a future in a trembling hand Folding my hopes into a wing Waiting for what the wind will bring Through rainy days and paper planes We're just trying to break these chains Yeah, we're flying high on a fragile dream Floating down a cold and grey stream (Rainy days, paper planes) If the wings get wet, do we fall to the ground? In the silence of the storm, is there any sound? Don't let the water weigh you down (Fly, just fly) Folding my hopes into a wing Waiting for what the wind will bring Through rainy days and paper planes We're just trying to break these chains Yeah, we're flying high on a fragile dream Floating down a cold and grey stream Folding my hopes Waiting for the wind Through the rainy days (Rain continues for a few seconds)