Paper Airplane - Buck 65

Down by the lake you saw me

And you knew I was waiting for you

Looking in between those long reeds

Your reflection it fell upon.

How we missed that love.

(Buck 65)

The words written on my hand are hard to say

A game of solitaire with no card to play

Paper airplane so far away

(Jenn Grant)

How we missed that love

(Buck 65)

The words written on my hand are hard to say

A game of solitaire with no card to play

Paper airplane so far away

(Jenn Grant)

Crying for your letters

Looking all through the pictures

They’re surviving the long way,

To get from me to you.

Get to me.

You’re writing me a letter

Looking for my heart to send you-

Oh it all in words

I’m writing my heart out,

My heart out for you.

(Buck 65)

Distant tower,

Hour on resistant hour,

Signals with consistent power.

Eventually the shepherd must slaughter his sheep.

The sky is ripped open and the water is deep

Somewhere else your burning fire,

Your tempting charms

I’m lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms

Admitting I’m stranded.

Committing my plan

And two stories written by hand.

(Jenn Grant)

Play me again your memory.

(Buck 65)

The hands on the clock on the wall are the enemy

I feel them on my throat

Girls are called Emily

Stillness

Is Illness

Your voice is the remedy.

(Jenn Grant)

Polaroid picture gonna find me

(Buck 65)

The illusion is blinding

Aches that remind me

Finally behind me

Yesterday is in the fire

Drawn to these words

Until my hands begin to tire

At war with now

Desperately seeking then

Cursing my body

And torturing a bleeding pen

Memories of your voice

Circling through rooms

Wondering where

And imagining two moons

There is one for each of us

Anguish is my guiding grace

I keep all your lyrics in a secret hiding place

Building a boar made with a sail of paper

Words written down

No sound

And a trail of vapor

(Jenn Grant)

How we missed that love

How we

How we missed that love.

How we