miss you rishi
paper boatsby nada surfsit on a train, reading a booksame damn planet every time i looktry to relax and slow my heartbeatonly works when i’m dead asleepbeen thinking and drinking all over the townmust be gearing up for some kind of melt-downall i am is a body floating down-windwhat’s wrong?nothingare you sure nothing’s wrong?yeahbut you’re sad about somethingyeahso tell me whati don’t knowi can’t tell youall i am is a body floating down-windas the express train passes the localit moves by just like a paper boatalthough it weighs a million poundsi swear it almost seems to floatand as we pass by each otherour heads all full of botherwe can’t look, we can’t stopwe can’t think, we can’t stopbecause we’re stuck in our own pathsand it’s the way it always lastsbut i need something more from you