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 cautious 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 Before you fly, you'll fall Before you walk, you'll crawl You've no need to stitch your shadow to your heels No, not this time Son, you'll walk with no whisper, no sound Only the feet of the heavy-hearted are held to the ground You've no need to draw the curtains, son, throw them wide Cross the borders between the never-ending 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 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 Son, I share your windward dreams To soar from this little town of shacked up windows And swinging doors (swinging doors) The rafters creak 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, there's nothing left for us here) There's nothing left for us but altitude We'll be the kings of the air (we'll be the kings of the air) Stolen by the wind that turns the leaves to razors Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze Stolen by the wind that turns the leaves to razors Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze