Rip these mental notes out
Fold these paper thoughts
Send them all across the globe
As they leave a wishful trail
It takes a pair of skilful hands
But also a head to hold
On a rainy day with a chance
Of a wind you can't control
Fly your hopes on these paper planes
Oh how far they go, we may or may not know
'Cause they tend to hit the ground
Closer to where we stand than
Where they want to land
OOoOooOoooOOh
You can fill the sky in
Journeys of your mind
Let them take you up there where
You'll chase your dreams in flight
Fly your hopes on these paper planes
Oh how far they go, we may or may not know
'Cause they tend to hit the ground
Closer to where we stand than
Where they want to land
Now that they're back in your hands
Now that their tips are torn and you're too worn to try again
It hurts but it could've been worth it
So, fly them again, fly them again
Again, again
Fly your hopes on these paper planes
Oh how far they go, sometimes we'll never ever know
'Cause they tend to hit the ground
Closer to where we stand than
Where they want to land
Far away you stand,
As it's about to land
OoOooOooOOOoh

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