Onsdag, 10/8 -11
I spilled the ink across the page, trying to spell your name. So I fold it up and I flick it out. Paper aeroplane. It wont fly the seven seas to you, 'cause it didn't leave my room. But it awaits the hands of someone else. The garbage man. Got to say: mmh. Mmh, mmh. So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends. Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend. He walks on home tired from work, the letter falls from his hand. He reaches out only to catch the sky. It's gone with the wind. Got to say: mmh. Mmh, mmh Said I spilled the ink across the land, trying to spell your name. Up and down and there it goes. Paper aeroplane. It hasn't flown the seven seas to you, but it's on it's way. It goes through the hands, then to someone else, to find you girl. Got to say: mmh. Mmh, mmh.
/Angus & Julia Stone - Paper Aeroplane.