Paper planes and paper boats Won't you come and carry me home Little girl across the street Come and build some sandcastles with me Dirty stains from summer rains Running through those hidden lanes Bring me out of this cage When longing for the good old days Let's take a step back To the time when we thought fairytales were real Let's paint our eyes with pastel colours So that everything seems so real So why cant we just take things slow And why is there a need to go So carry me home Paper planes and paper boats Won't you come and carry me home