Paper Planes - Mason Ashley

He was hurricane

And I was a paper plane

I stood and watched all the skies go grey

But I flew in them anyway

He was a wildfire

And I was a winter pine

I watched the sparks inflame the darkest woods

And surround me where I stood

Midnight dances turn to lonely nights

Vivid colors fade to black and white

Small town story lost in city rush

It was right and it was wrong and it was wild and now it’s dust

He was a raging sea

And I was sailing free

But I got caught up in the treacherous tides

Where the waves and my fears collide

Midnight dances turn to lonely nights

Vivid colors fade to black and white

Small town story lost in city rush

It was right and it was wrong and it was wild and now it’s dust

We were a ticking bomb

I knew that we would go off

And when we did he left me in his wake

To clean up the mess that we made

Midnight dances turn to lonely nights

Vivid colors fade to black and white

Small town story lost in city rush

It was right and it was wrong and it was wild

It was right and it was wrong and it was wild and now it’s dust

He was hurricane

And I was a paper plane