Текст Hands Like Houses – Antarctica

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
Remember, 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

There’s nothing left for us but altitude
We’ll be the kings of the air
There’s nothing left for us but altitude
We’ll be the kings of the air
We’ll be the kings of the air

Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze
Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze