Do you ever get the feeling that you're getting to small for this world
Do you ever get the feeling you can never run fast enough
Just pretend that it's all going according to plan
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I fly my paper airplanes into the sun
Do you ever get the feeling that some pieces of the puzzle may be missing
Do you ever get the feeling that you're talking but there's no-one there to listen
Do you ever get the feeling that you may be getting outgrown
Ever find yourself believin' you're together to discover you're alone
Let's pretend that it's all going according to plan
I'm on my way...
I'm doing fine
The view's divine from the aurora
I fly my paper airplanes into the sun
Come fly my paper airplanes...
Bye, bye paper airplanes.