Paper Planes - Owl Eyes

Paper planes and paper cuts

People living in paper huts

They hope will be strong enough to stand up

Some are plain and some are rich

Most in the middle, but they’re used to it

Everybody knows when they’re living on the line

Flags they’re holding up

People going «stop» but it’s not enough

Everybody waiting for a place to stop and stand on

Ships keep sailing from dock to dock

Time keeps passing from clock to clock

Everybody knows when they’re waiting on the line

Don’t cry, tomorrow’s another day

Another day to build our paper planes and fly

The light is green but we gotta stop

Gotta start at the bottom til' we get to the top

But when we fall down there’s nothing left to land on

Well, don’t you know, even in the snow

There’s beauty made of crystals

But snow still falls, falls on the line

Follow me, I got the key to the lock

Of the big black door at the paper shop

Where we can build our planes by light of candles

But the fire spread across the floor

Leapt from the curtains, burned down the wall

There’s always flames, flames on the line

Don’t cry, tomorrow’s another day

Another day to build our paper planes and fly

Please dear, don’t cry, tomorrow’s another day

Another day to build our paper planes and fly