Paper Planes Lyrics

Surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes

There's a big old man
In his underpants
He plays the clarinet every night
Trying hard to figure it out
In the flat above
They are making love
I guess they'll have a beautiful son
Practicing as much as they've done

Paper planes!
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes
To clear my head
In the flat below
There's the Cosby show
And Theodor is screaming at Bill
Claire is mad and Ruby is ill
There's a cat out there
Running everywhere
Chasing all the girls in the park
I wish that I could see in the dark
Paper planes!
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes
To clear my head
Paper planes!
Folding paper planes
Throwing paper planes
And go to bed

I'm surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes
I'm surrounded by strangers
Their sounds and their changes