No one else knows the feeling
Cause no one's ever been here before like this
You and I are on the inside
Everyone's on the outside, looking in.
And my heart breaks and it changes shape
Can we use that shape and get lost?
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together ?
Together in a paper plane.
Holding on to the reasons
With a pocket full of questions to admit
And we're caught in a state
With no way to migrate, we weren't built for this.
No feathered wings and a will to try
Can we fly so high and get lost?
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together?
Together in a paper plane
Fragility, that's all you see
As we fly into the sun
We're open armed and falling free
Reach out to you, reach out to me.
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together?
Together in a paper plane
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No one else knows the feeling
Cause no one's ever been here before like this
You and I are on the inside
Everyone's on the outside, looking in.
And my heart breaks and it changes shape
Can we use that shape and get lost?
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together ?
Together in a paper plane.
Holding on to the reasons
With a pocket full of questions to admit
And we're caught in a state
With no way to migrate, we weren't built for this.
No feathered wings and a will to try
Can we fly so high and get lost?
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together?
Together in a paper plane
Fragility, that's all you see
As we fly into the sun
We're open armed and falling free
Reach out to you, reach out to me.
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together?
Together in a paper plane
Cause no one's ever been here before like this
You and I are on the inside
Everyone's on the outside, looking in.
And my heart breaks and it changes shape
Can we use that shape and get lost?
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together ?
Together in a paper plane.
Holding on to the reasons
With a pocket full of questions to admit
And we're caught in a state
With no way to migrate, we weren't built for this.
No feathered wings and a will to try
Can we fly so high and get lost?
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together?
Together in a paper plane
Fragility, that's all you see
As we fly into the sun
We're open armed and falling free
Reach out to you, reach out to me.
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
We're not free in this low
And this place it sure don't feel like home
We're folding lines and making things
In paper cuts, we feel the stings.
Through bad weather
We're sitting in a paper plane
Can we hold it together?
Together in a paper plane
Writer: JONTHAN OWEN, PETER HOBBS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management