Loveless leways into a new day,
Fluttering free falls into us,
We're become an idea but never a probability,
Paper plane people.

There are a thousand miles and three time zones between us,
We aren't lovers,
We couldnt ever be,
But friendship is all we can see,
Our sparkling sea in the middle of north america.

We're paper plane children.
I feel safe at my im oriented home with you,
Forgotten to forget our little island,
We've forged a line on our maps,
will we ever walk it?

The idea of you,
The very idea of you apeals to me.
We are such opposites,
But in that we found some sort of quiet easy friendship.
Can maybe someday...
We dip our toes into the lives of paper plane children?
Maybe find some maps,
And a train or too,
So maybe someday I can touch you.