"Paper Cities" is a song about building something beautiful out of fragile things, and realizing too late that love made of paper can’t survive the rain.
Through imagery of folded maps, cardboard skylines and neon promises, the track explores relationships built on hope, improvisation and belief. It’s about two people who tried to construct something lasting from temporary materials, taping the cracks, memorizing the rain, pretending the structure would hold.
But even when it burns, there’s something powerful in rebuilding.
This isn’t just a song about collapse.
It’s about resilience. About standing in the doorway while everything bends.
About signing your skyline again, even after the ash.
The call-and-response breakdown captures the uncertainty at the heart of love: Will it stand? Will it fall?
And the answer is honest, maybe.
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📜 Lyrics:
We folded maps into small paper towns,
Stacked the streets where our small fortunes drown.
Neon promises glued on cardboard signs,
We learned to live between the lines.
Rain drew routes right through the things we swore,
That little skyline bowed and asked for more.
Paper cities blow a fragile breath,
Paper towers tremble at the first drop of depth.
If love was architecture, we built too light —
But I’ll stand in the doorway of your paper night.
Hold the corner while the corners bend,
I’ll watch these paper cities burn again.
When gutters read the rain like farewell notes,
We learn the grammar of the things we never wrote.
Call the names of every promise that we tried,
I’ll keep that doorway open while the embers glide.
Raise the ash into the wind and set the page aflame —
We signed our skyline once; we’ll sign it once again.
Late-night windows with their paper lights,
We traded truth for better rooftops and rites.
You left a postcard stuck behind my door,
I keep it taped where I ignore the floor.
The gutters learned to memorize the rain,
We taped the holes and pretended to remain.
Paper cities blow a fragile breath,
Paper towers tremble at the first drop of depth.
If love was architecture, we built too light —
But I’ll stand in the doorway of your paper night.
Hold the corner while the corners bend,
I’ll watch these paper cities burn again.
When gutters read the rain like farewell notes,
We learn the grammar of the things we never wrote.
Call the names of every promise that we tried,
I’ll keep that doorway open while the embers glide.
Raise the ash into the wind and set the page aflame —
We signed our skyline once; we’ll sign it once again.
Maybe we’re artists with no plan at all,
Crafting skylines from receipts and curtain calls.
Take my hands, fold the skyline in your palms,
Teach me how to hold the paper until it calms.
Will it stand?
Maybe.
Will it fall?
Maybe.
We’ll learn to fold the rain —
We’ll learn to fold the rain.
Paper cities blow a fragile breath,
Paper towers tremble at the first drop of depth.
If love was architecture, we built too light —
Still I’ll stand in the doorway of your paper night.
Hold the corner while the corners bend,
We’ll watch these paper cities burn again.
When gutters read the rain like farewell notes,
We learn the grammar of the things we never wrote.
Call the names of every promise that we tried,
I’ll keep that doorway open while the embers glide.
Raise the ash into the wind and set the page aflame —
We signed our skyline once; we’ll sign it once again.
(Repeat tag)We signed our skyline once; we’ll sign it once again.
We built these paper cities…
learn to fold the rain.
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