Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes
There's a big old man in his underpants
He plays the clarinet every night
Trying hard to figure out
In the flat above they are making love
I guess they'll have a beautiful son
Practicing as much as they've done
Paper planes
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes to clear my head
In the flat below there's the Cosby Show
And Theodore is screaming at Bill
Claire is mad and Rudy is ill
There's a cat out here running everywhere
Chasing all the girls in the park
I wish that I could see in the dark
Paper planes
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes to clear my head
Paper planes
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes and go to bed
Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes
Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes