Antarctica-Hands Like Houses
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TXT Antarctica-Hands Like Houses 文本歌词
Antarctica - Hands Like Houses
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
Number Before you fly you'll fall
Oh before you walk you'll crawl
Before you fly you'll fall
Oh before you walk you'll crawl
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 lost to the breeze
(Before you fly you'll crawl)
Stolen by the wind
That turns the leaves to razors
Holding just a string our twine
And our paper lost to the breeze
Oh oh oh
