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...