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