Hands Like Houses - Antarctica tekst piosenki (lyrics)
[Hands Like Houses - Antarctica tekst piosenki lyrics]
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
Remember, before you fly, you'll fall
Before you walk, you'll crawl
Before you fly, you'll fall
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
And 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 walk, you'll crawl
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 walk, you'll crawl
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
Remember, before you fly, you'll fall
Before you walk, you'll crawl
Before you fly, you'll fall
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
And 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 walk, you'll crawl
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 walk, you'll crawl