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 his 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.

Remember before you fly you'll fall
Before you walk you crawl
Remember before you fly you'll fall
Before you walk you crawl

And you've no need to stitch your shadows 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
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

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)
Before you walk you crawl
(Lost to the breeze)

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)
Before you walk you crawl
(Lost to the breeze)