Song: Lace

We blew up all the sunrises
On the banks of the river
And threw coins
As if fools.

You've got dark, I lit the light,
But I still waiting for a response.

For hundreds of miles,
All night long,
I was blowing in the wind
Your paper plane.
And when he disappeared,
Falling into the deep,
I thought, forgotten,
Having peered into the void.