Paper Plane Pilots

There are so many stars, satellites fly

Signals and codes fillin' the sky

Feet on the ground, still in the sea

Askin the tide who we will be?

Forget about time, ease up your mind

Won't make you feel, feel left behind

Breezes are blowing, nobody knows

Where we are going, but on it we float

Looking for a place to call your own

Semewhere out there

Looking fore a place to call your own

Paper plane pilots are just who we are

Blown away by the past it moves us all

I never did believe in growing old

At all

Paper plane pilots are just who we are

Blown away by the past it moves us all

I never did believe in growing old

At all...