Paper Plane

How do we know When the day will start all over? I guess I should know How long can we stay here together? Our hands on the pillow Catching up sun through the window Is it about the story where we did grow older? Don't you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark Hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses And one of them, you can call it home Oh x4 Awaking in the mess Stillfires in the garden Lying on the floor Smiles are cars upon our faces Now we know the day will lead the way Heads on the pillow Catching up sun through the window Is it about the story where we did grow older? Don't you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark Hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses And one of them, oh you can call it home Oh x4 So release me on the countdown x3 Heads on the pillow Catching up sun through the window Is it about the story where we did grow older? Don't you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark Hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses And one of them, oh you can call it home