Paper Planes

Paper planes and paper cuts
People living in paper huts
They hope will be strong enough to stand up
Some are plain and some are rich
Most in the middle, but they’re used to it
Everybody knows when they’re living on the line
Flags they’re holding up
People going «stop» but it’s not enough
Everybody waiting for a place to stop and stand on
Ships keep sailing from dock to dock
Time keeps passing from clock to clock
Everybody knows when they’re waiting on the line
Don’t cry, tomorrow’s another day
Another day to build our paper planes and fly
The light is green but we gotta stop
Gotta start at the bottom til' we get to the top
But when we fall down there’s nothing left to land on
Well, don’t you know, even in the snow
There’s beauty made of crystals
But snow still falls, falls on the line
Follow me, I got the key to the lock
Of the big black door at the paper shop
Where we can build our planes by light of candles
But the fire spread across the floor
Leapt from the curtains, burned down the wall
There’s always flames, flames on the line
Don’t cry, tomorrow’s another day
Another day to build our paper planes and fly
Please dear, don’t cry, tomorrow’s another day
Another day to build our paper planes and fly