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
Wont 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...
paper plane pilots