Wax and feathers drop to the ground
These things that go up
It's only a matter of time
Before they fall back down

Fickle and fabric we move to the sound
Of crayon to page
On thoughts drawn of flying machines
We're floating on down to the ground

Of evils and kisses I dreamt things anew
We folded our paper planes and we flew
Like heroes of circumstance
King and Queen of a passing glance
Lions and tigers told tales and told truths
Floating on paper planes I fell for you
My hero of circumstance
I'm the Queen of your passing glance

Hearts and pennies drop without sound
These pages we fold
Are only a matter of fact
When they tumble on down to the ground

Of evils and kisses I dreamt things anew
We folded our paper planes and we flew
Like heroes of circumstance
King and Queen of a passing glance
Lions and tigers told tales and told truths
Floating on paper planes I fell for you
My hero of circumstance
I'm the Queen of your passing glance

Lions and tigers told tales and told truths
Floating on paper planes I fell for you
My hero of circumstance
I'm the Queen of your passing glance

by gordobaka;)