Na Na Na

I fold the corners sharp and clean. A little plane to chase my dream. It soars above the rooftop high. A paper wish to kiss the sky. The wind it whispers tales untold. Of skies that shimmer blue and gold. My paper plane, it takes the lead. A fragile hope, a fragile speed. Fly, fly high where the clouds collide. Through the open air where secrets hide. A paper plane, a fleeting flight. Carrying dreams into the night. It Dips, it dives with graceful spin. A dance against the endless wind. Each fold a story creased with care. A fragile heart laid out up there. If it should fall, I'll fold again. Another dream, another bend. For in the sky my hope will stay. A paper plane won't drift away. Fly, fly high where the clouds collide. Through the open air where secrets hide. A paper plane, a fleeting flight. Carrying dreams into the night.