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This song is by Hands Like Houses and appears on the album Ground Dweller (2012).

Original video
Father, we fled your house of grey
We ran from home to seek a place
Where our bodies would never grow
Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world
She has an appetite for boys and girls
And she's hungry for your soul

Little boys with dreams of paper planes
Were never meant to scrape the sky
Keep your feet on the ground, kid
Only birds were meant to fly

Little boys with dreams of paper planes
Were never meant to scrape the sky
Keep your head from the clouds, kid
Keep your wings, always keep them by your side

Remember, before you fly, you'll fall
And before you walk, you'll crawl
Before you fly, you'll fall
And before you walk, you'll crawl

And you've no need
To stitch your shadow to your heels
No, not this time

Son, you'll walk with no whisper, no sound
Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground
You've no need to draw the curtains, son, throw them wide
Cross the borders between the never and the night
Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on 'til morning
Past the second star to the right

Little boys with dreams of paper planes
Were never meant to scrape the sky
Keep your feet on the ground, kid
Only birds were meant to fly

Little boys with dreams of paper planes
Were never meant to scrape the sky
Keep your head from the clouds, kid
Keep your wings, always keep them by your side

We'll be the smoke
Curling on the still
The airship captains
We wait for sun to brush the hills

Son, I share your windward dreams
To soar from this little town
Of shacked up windows and swinging doors (swinging doors)
The rafters creak and the floorboards groan
While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes

There's nothing left for us but altitude
We'll be the kings of the air
There's nothing left for us here
There's nothing left for us here

There's nothing left for us but altitude
We'll be the kings of the air
We'll be the kings of the air

(Before you fly, you'll fall)
Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper
(Before you walk, you'll crawl)
Lost to the breeze

(Before you fly, you'll fall)
Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper
(Before you walk, you'll crawl)
Lost to the breeze

Written by:

Hands Like Houses

Produced by:

Cameron Mizell