They'd always watch and call us kids With foolish thoughts and dreams too big But every lifetime I ever live I know I'd find my way back to this We're still kids; still dreaming big So throw your paper plans away And fly, fly, fly, fly to me on your paper plane They'd call us unrealistic Caught in the clouds with dreams too big But every lifetime I ever live I'd always want mine to be like this Misfits with dreams too big So throw your paper plans away And fly, fly, fly, fly to me on your paper plane So throw your paper plans away And fly, fly, fly to me on your paper plane Your paper, paper plane