Lyrics: RICHBIGMAN
Music: RICHBIGMAN
Lyrics: RICHBIGMAN
Music: RICHBIGMAN
I wrote down my feelings on a notebook page
Locked in my chest like a bird in a cage
I folded the corners, I made it a plane
And threw it right out in the pouring rain
Flying a message straight to your door
Telling you things I should have before
It's just folded paper, but it carries my soul
Hoping to find you and make myself whole
It glides on the wind, looking for you
A fragile confession painted in blue
Flying a message straight to your door
Telling you things I should have before
It's just folded paper, but it carries my soul
Hoping to find you and make myself whole
Did you catch it?