Hanging High

a paper plane is flying high

the wind decided when it will go down

to the left and to the right

my eyes are squinting due to sunshine

under lids a northern light

a starry sky, a changing design

i was reaching out for something new

you said you cared and i believed you

i believed you

what's going up must come down

wind only carries us for some time

my time with you was such a high

i didn't ever wanna come down

so now it haunts my every day

the words we said and games that we played

but it's easy, easy, easy now and then

yeah it's easy, easy, easy to pretend

that nothing is missing...

nothing is missing...

nothing is missing

still something is missing here.