Paper Planes Video (MV)

I try to reach the birds over me
They're swallowed in the hungry sky
I feel the wind distorting me
My hair turns white and I pray in vain

I climb the trees, transporting me
I'm made of glass and tired dreams
I feel my skin taunting me
And now I'm lying in the weeds

I'll run up to the shore, every time you call
I still follow, follow you
I see you like a gleam dancing on my skin
I still follow, follow you

Hey, when you see my face in the clouds
Say my name and feel me inside

I'll run up to the shore, every time you call
I still follow, follow you
I'm holding on to know, if you still hear my thoughts
I still follow, follow you