[00:14.79]Father, we fled your house of grey.
[00:20.11]We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow.
[00:26.00]Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world.
[00:31.21]She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul.
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[00:41.07]Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky.
[00:46.43]Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly.
[00:51.39]Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky.
[00:57.09]Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings,
[01:00.08]Always keep them by your side.
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[01:04.50]Remember before you fly you’ll fall, before you walk you’ll crawl.
[01:09.66]Before you fly you’ll fall, before you walk you’ll crawl.
[01:17.66]You’ve no need to stitch your shadow to your heels.
[01:22.55]No, not this time.
[01:32.95]Son you’ll walk with no whisper, no sound.
[01:38.12]Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground.
[01:43.75]You’ve no need to draw the curtains son, throw them wide.
[01:49.10]Cross the borders between the never and the night.
[01:54.71]Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on ‘til morning,
[02:01.04]Past the second star to the right.
[02:05.69]Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky.
[02:11.20]Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly.
[02:16.46]Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky.
[02:22.13]Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings,
[02:25.38]Always keep them by your side.
[02:33.14]We’ll be the smoke curling on the still.
[02:38.38]The airship captains; we wait for sun to brush the hills.
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[02:47.08]Son, I share your windward dreams,
[02:49.91]To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors.
[02:57.65]The rafters creak and the floorboards groan
[03:00.02]While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes.
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[03:06.04]There’s nothing left for us but altitude.
[03:08.63]We’ll be the kings of the air.
[03:11.56]There’s nothing left for us but altitude.
[03:19.76]We’ll be the kings of the air.
[03:30.03]Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors.
[03:33.80]Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze.
[03:41.89]Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors.
[03:44.95]Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze.