Surrounded by strangers Their sounds and their changes
There' a big old man In his underpants He plays the clarinet everynight Trying hard to figure it out
In the flat above They are making love I guess they'll have a beautiful son Practicing as much as they've done
Paperplanes Folding paperplanes Throwing paperplanes To clear my head
In the flat below There's the Cosby Show Theodore is scremaing at Bill Claireis mad and Ruby is ill
There's a cat out there Running everywhere Chasing all the girls in the park I wish that I could see in the dark
Paperplanes
Folding paperplanes Throwing paperplanes To clear my head Paperplanes Folding paperplanes Throwing paperplanes And go to bed Surrounded by strangers Their sounds and their changes
