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I fold my pride along the dotted lines, make aeroplanes of apology. They land like quiet birds, tails stamped with routes I owe. Open one wing—see where I was thin; open the other—where I tried. Unfold this paper’s small confession— a compass rose that leans toward you. Follow the crease I keep. My thumb is inked and slightly torn. I’ll meet you where the needle rests— due west, a corner worn toward home.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro 8b softer, analog pad, reverb tail] [Tag 2b slap delay] paper planes [Verse 1 ~100bpm] I fold my pride to squares I crease it clean and tight I throw a small apology it glides in quiet light tails mark the routes I owe they circle, then they lie [Pre rise, bring bass] I open one wing wide thin places show in lines I open up the other you see the tries were mine [Break 2b stop] [Chorus bigger, stacked chorus] bring me home say I'm home [Verse 2] A compass on the paper its rose leans back to you the needle shakes a little but points the same old truth my thumb is inked and torn from tracing what I blew [Pre rise, clap stack] I follow every crease I let the corners guide I read the worn out edge it turns me to your side [Break 2b stop] [Chorus bigger, double vox] bring me home say I'm home [Bridge strip to vox+pad] I missed your door, then learned my maps were made to burn [Chorus bigger, call & response] bring me home say I'm home [Chorus x2] [Tag 2b reverb tail] paper planes [Outro 4b lofi drums, hall] I land where west runs warm
Song info
Indie dream ~88 BPM, warm minor; clean chime gtrs, piano ostinato, airy pads, brushed kit; slap delay lead, plate BVs, gentle vinyl crackle; intimate verse -> belted hook; Intro E1 -> Verse E2 -> Pre E3 -> Break stop -> Chorus E4; V2 add arp; Bridge strip to vox+pad; Final Chorus x2 with stacked chorus; soft fade Outro.
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