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 shes 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
And you've no need to stitch your shadows 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 and the night,
Find that twinkle in your smile, chase it on till 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,
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
(Before you fly you fall, before you walk you crawl)
(Before you fly you fall, before you walk you crawl)
Stolen by the wind that turns the leaves to razors,
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze