Verse 1

At desk twelve, the clock forgets to move,

Your blue mug waits beside the windowpane.

I fold a page I meant to send to you,

Then write your name and fold it up again.

Pre-Chorus

Across the room, you laugh with someone else;

I keep my eyes upon the paper edge.

Chorus

I send these little planes across the room,

They drift and land beside your silver pen.

They carry all the words I cannot say,

Then you smile, and turn to work again.

I watch them fall where all my wishes do—

A quiet flight that never reaches you.

Verse 2

The afternoon lays gold across the files,