Father we fled your house of grey

We ran from home to seek a place

Where our bodies would never grow

Dreamer child be cautious of this world

She has an appetite for boys and girls

And she's hungry for your soul

Little boys with dreams of paper planes

Were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your feet on the ground kid

Only birds were meant to fly

Little boys with dreams of paper planes

Were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your head from the clouds kid

Keep your wings

Always keep them by your side

Number Before you fly you'll fall

Oh before you walk you'll crawl

Before you fly you'll fall

Oh before you walk you'll crawl

You've no need

To stitch your shadow to your heels

No not this time

Son you'll walk with no whisper no sound

Only the feet of the heavy

Hearted are held to the ground

You've no need to draw the curtains son

Throw them wide

Cross the borders between the never and the night

Find the twinkle in your smile

Chase it on til morning

Past the second star to the right

Little boys with dreams of paper planes

Were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your feet on the ground kid

Only birds were meant to fly

Little boys with dreams of paper planes

Were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your head from the clouds kid

Keep your wings

Always keep them by your side

We'll be the smoke curling on the still

The airship captains

We wait for sun to brush the hills

Son I share your windward dreams

To soar from this little town of

Shacked up windows and swinging doors

Swinging doors)

The rafters creak and the floorboards groan

While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes

There's nothing left for us but altitude

We'll be the kings of the air

There's nothing left for us here)

There's nothing left for us here)

There's nothing left for us but altitude

We'll be the kings of the air

We'll be the kings of the air)

Before you fly you'll fall)

Stolen by the wind

That turns the leaves to razors

Holding just a string our twine

And our paper lost to the breeze

Before you fly you'll crawl)

Stolen by the wind

That turns the leaves to razors

Holding just a string our twine

And our paper lost to the breeze

Oh oh oh