Antarctica
Father
We fled your house of grey,
We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow.
Dreamer
Child, be catious 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.
Remember before you fly you'll fall
Before you walk you'll crawl (x2)
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 heald 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. (x2)
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.
To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors
The rafters creek 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 (x2)
There's nothing left for us but altitude
We'll be the kings of the air
Before you fly you 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)
(X2)