Nína Veil, Red Village - Taste the Win

Cardboard box by the door Pitch deck on the floor Three tabs open, one dream Coffee gone cold, still I lean I wrote my name in the dark On the glass of a parked car You said, "Go make it a moon" So I kept bleeding the tune Bills in the drawer Hope in my hands I'm tired and wired Still making plans My eyes burn bright My bones feel thin But I can taste The win We're gonna burn, burn up Paper rocket, paper rocket We're gonna burn, burn up Till the sky can hold us Hold me up, hold me up Tell me it's not over Hold me up, hold me up We're just getting closer Slack on my phone all night Bad news dressed up as light One more call, one more try One more "maybe" to buy My friends say, "Take the safe road" My heart says, "No, let it go" I've got a tiny loud storm And it keeps me warm Bills in the drawer Hope in my hands I'm tired and wired Still making plans My eyes burn bright My bones feel thin But I can taste The win We're gonna burn, burn up Paper rocket, paper rocket We're gonna burn, burn up Till the sky can hold us Hold me up, hold me up Tell me it's not over Hold me up, hold me up We're just getting closer If I fall, I fall fast If I rise, make it last Every scar on my sleeve Says I still believe Tell the doubt to move Tell the fear to wait I'm a shaky little spark With a hungry fate We're gonna burn, burn up Paper rocket, paper rocket We're gonna burn, burn up Till the sky can hold us Hold me up, hold me up Tell me it's not over Hold me up, hold me up We're just getting closer We're gonna burn, burn up Paper rocket, paper rocket We're gonna burn, burn up And I won't come down tonight