Well this stone that I have swallowed
And this road that I have followed
And you said it didn't matter
But I think you're a liar
Is this one of your talents
That stokes the very fire that burns you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
And something has to give
And when I build you a steeple
'Cause you need the whole cathedral
And you're like a paper aeroplane
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the hand that chokes you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
And something has to give
Well you're like a paper aeroplane
Flying blind through anything
Well you're like a paper aeroplane
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the hand that chokes you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
And something has to give