Way out of the city
I hear the distant cry from home
Something pulls me back there like a string tied to my soul
The freedom of the open
Is like a cage I never knew
If only I could crawl back into that hole I dug for good
Woah it makes me feel
All the things I know aren't real
Woah I hear it calling
Woah I close my ears
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
Do you blame a flower
For choosing not to grow?
Or is its environment that keeps it weak and bowed?
There's blood in the soil
And things that you don't know
Will you plant it somewhere else or keep it dying slow?
Watch as the pedals all fall away
Maybe next time things will turn out better
Now you're just left with an empty vase
It could have been so much more if only you had let it
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
Hands Of January - Paper Thin Lyrics
Hands Of January - Paper Thin Lyrics
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Way out of the city
I hear the distant cry from home
Something pulls me back there like a string tied to my soul
The freedom of the open
Is like a cage I never knew
If only I could crawl back into that hole I dug for good
Woah it makes me feel
All the things I know aren't real
Woah I hear it calling
Woah I close my ears
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
Do you blame a flower
For choosing not to grow?
Or is its environment that keeps it weak and bowed?
There's blood in the soil
And things that you don't know
Will you plant it somewhere else or keep it dying slow?
Watch as the pedals all fall away
Maybe next time things will turn out better
Now you're just left with an empty vase
It could have been so much more if only you had let it
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
I hear the distant cry from home
Something pulls me back there like a string tied to my soul
The freedom of the open
Is like a cage I never knew
If only I could crawl back into that hole I dug for good
Woah it makes me feel
All the things I know aren't real
Woah I hear it calling
Woah I close my ears
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
Do you blame a flower
For choosing not to grow?
Or is its environment that keeps it weak and bowed?
There's blood in the soil
And things that you don't know
Will you plant it somewhere else or keep it dying slow?
Watch as the pedals all fall away
Maybe next time things will turn out better
Now you're just left with an empty vase
It could have been so much more if only you had let it
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
I don't wanna go home today
I wanna live
I don't wanna fold in half even if I'm paper-thin
Make me a plane
Make me a wing
I wanna fly away from the stone I've always been
Writer: Jacob Krismer, Zack Redman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Hands Of January
Language: English
Length: 4:07
Written by: Jacob Krismer, Zack Redman