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