Paper Planes Lyrics

Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes

There's a big old man in his underpants
He plays the clarinet every night
Trying hard to figure out

In the flat above they are making love
I guess they'll have a beautiful son
Practicing as much as they've done

Paper planes
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes to clear my head

In the flat below there's the Cosby Show
And Theodore is screaming at Bill
Claire is mad and Rudy is ill

There's a cat out here running everywhere
Chasing all the girls in the park
I wish that I could see in the dark

Paper planes
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes to clear my head

Paper planes
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes and go to bed

Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes

Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes