Paper Airplane
Buck 65 Lyrics


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(Jenn Grant)
Down by the lake you saw me
And you knew I was waiting for you
Looking in between those long reeds
Your reflection it fell upon.
How we missed that love.

(Buck 65)
The words written on my hand are hard to say
A game of solitaire with no card to play
Paper airplane so far away

(Jenn Grant)
How we missed that love

(Buck 65)
The words written on my hand are hard to say
A game of solitaire with no card to play
Paper airplane so far away

(Jenn Grant)
Crying for your letters
Looking all through the pictures
They're surviving the long way,
To get from me to you.
Get to me.
You're writing me a letter
Looking for my heart to send you-
Oh it all in words
I'm writing my heart out,
My heart out for you.

(Buck 65)
Distant tower,
Hour on resistant hour,
Signals with consistent power.
Eventually the shepherd must slaughter his sheep.
The sky is ripped open and the water is deep
Somewhere else your burning fire,
Your tempting charms
I'm lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms
Admitting I'm stranded.
Committing my plan
And two stories written by hand.

(Jenn Grant)
Play me again your memory.

(Buck 65)
The hands on the clock on the wall are the enemy
I feel them on my throat
Girls are called Emily
Stillness
Is Illness
Your voice is the remedy.

(Jenn Grant)
Polaroid picture gonna find me

(Buck 65)
The illusion is blinding
Aches that remind me
Finally behind me
Yesterday is in the fire
Drawn to these words
Until my hands begin to tire
At war with now
Desperately seeking then
Cursing my body
And torturing a bleeding pen
Memories of your voice
Circling through rooms
Wondering where
And imagining two moons
There is one for each of us
Anguish is my guiding grace
I keep all your lyrics in a secret hiding place
Building a boar made with a sail of paper
Words written down
No sound
And a trail of vapor

(Jenn Grant)
How we missed that love
How we




How we missed that love.
How we

Overall Meaning

The song "Paper Airplane" by Buck 65 featuring Jenn Grant tells a sad love story through the lyrics. Jenn Grant starts off the song by describing how she was waiting for someone by the lake, and the person saw her looking in between the long reeds. She expresses how they missed their love, possibly indicating that they've grown apart. Buck 65 then sings about how the words written on his hand are hard to say, and he feels like he's playing a game of solitaire with no cards to play. He also mentions a paper airplane that's so far away, perhaps indicating a lost connection.


Jenn Grant continues with her verse, expressing her sadness and how she's crying for her letters while looking through pictures. She's waiting for the letters to come from the other person who's surviving through the long way to get to her. Meanwhile, Buck 65 describes the pain and struggle he's going through while admitting he's stranded and committing to his plan. He mentions being lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms, indicating a feeling of hopelessness.


Towards the end, both artists express how they missed that love, the love they once had but no longer have now. The song has a melancholic and wistful tone, with the lyrics painting a picture of lost connections and missed opportunities.


Line by Line Meaning

Down by the lake you saw me
You saw me waiting for you by the lake


And you knew I was waiting for you
You were aware that I was waiting for you


Looking in between those long reeds
You searched between the reeds for me


Your reflection it fell upon.
You saw your own reflection on the water's surface


How we missed that love.
We both long for the love we once had


The words written on my hand are hard to say
The message I have written on my hand is difficult to utter


A game of solitaire with no card to play
I am trying to play solitaire, but I have no cards to use


Paper airplane so far away
I send my message by paper airplane, but it seems so distant


Crying for your letters
I am weeping, waiting for your letters to arrive


Looking all through the pictures
I look through our pictures to remember our love


They're surviving the long way,
The letters and photos have traveled a long distance to reach me


To get from me to you.
The letters and photos were sent to reach you


Get to me.
Please come to me


You're writing me a letter
You are composing a message for me


Looking for my heart to send you-
You are seeking my affection to reciprocate your message


Oh it all in words
Our love is expressed through our written words


I'm writing my heart out,
I am expressing my love through my words


My heart out for you.
My love is strong and sincere for you


Distant tower,
A far off watchtower


Hour on resistant hour,
Enduring time, hour by hour


Signals with consistent power.
The signals are consistent and strong


Eventually the shepherd must slaughter his sheep.
At some point, a shepherd must make tough decisions


The sky is ripped open and the water is deep
The sky and water are both vast and open


Somewhere else your burning fire,
Your passion is elsewhere


Your tempting charms
You are alluring and enticing


I'm lost in the woods with no voice and empty arms
I feel lost and alone, unable to express myself


Admitting I'm stranded.
I confess to being lost and isolated


Committing my plan
I am determined to continue with my plan


And two stories written by hand.
I have written two stories by hand


The hands on the clock on the wall are the enemy
The clock hands symbolize time as a foe


I feel them on my throat
I feel like time is suffocating me


Girls are called Emily
The name Emily is commonly given to girls


Stillness
Silence and calmness


Is illness
Too much stillness can lead to sickness


Your voice is the remedy.
Your voice is a cure for my silence and loneliness


Polaroid picture gonna find me
A Polaroid will capture my likeness


The illusion is blinding
An illusion is deceiving me


Aches that remind me
Painful memories resurface


Finally behind me
Those memories are now in the past


Yesterday is in the fire
The past is gone and cannot be reclaimed


Drawn to these words
I am compelled to read and write


Until my hands begin to tire
I write until my hands grow weary


At war with now
I struggle with the present moment


Desperately seeking then
I yearn for a past time


Cursing my body
I am displeased with myself


And torturing a bleeding pen
I am writing with intense emotion


Memories of your voice
I think of your speaking voice


Circling through rooms
The sound of your voice echoes through my mind


Wondering where
I think of where you might be


And imagining two moons
I imagine two moons, perhaps a symbol for dualism


There is one for each of us
We each have our own symbolic moon


Anguish is my guiding grace
My suffering and pain motivate me


I keep all your lyrics in a secret hiding place
I keep your words close to me, hidden from others


Building a boar made with a sail of paper
I create a boat out of paper, perhaps as a metaphor for vulnerability


Words written down
Words recorded on paper


No sound
The words remain silent


And a trail of vapor
A trace of something left behind in the air


Play me again your memory.
Please remember and recall our past experiences


How we missed that love.
We remember and long for the love we once shared


How we


How we missed that love.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

The1Mustache3

Hope the snatch was worth the trap.


Looking in between those long reeds. Did she chose you? What are these women to you?

Voices.

That is how I see and value them.

They come and go.

Does it hurt the to know they are a transient felling/muse.

Do you.

You are too tier imo.

You are The equivalent of your partner once you no longer chose to work alone.

Think



All comments from YouTube:

anticooool

I love Rich and Jenn! Both are so unique and original, and they couldn't sound any better together! Makes me proud to be Nova Scotian!

D C

Best Province

Kosher

Coming back ten years later to just say wow what an artist

GeordyColeman

I have listened to this song about 100 times now, I absolutely love it

Diamond Dust

Absolutely amazing artist. I love his lyrics, his phrasing, and incredible talent.

Mimi Jones

Absolutely love him... Great voice combo

Nic

This song helped me through such a hard time many many moons ago.

Anna Zavala

Such a heartthrob... his voice makes me melt

Nate Power

I had the pleasure to see Buck 65 perform with the NS Symphony orchestra, he was phenomenal.

Try Again

NatopowerGaming oh man, HOW i wish i could of seen that. He's so amazing. Im so in love with the music he makes.💗❤

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