Paper Airplanes

So where are you going, my sweet,
In my favorite dress?
Don't you think that it's time to sit down for a moment
To talk about what's right
And what we've got left?

There's a crow in the garden
And there's a snake in the grass
And the spiderwebs soak up the dew on the roses
With no sense of direction
How'd it happen so fast?

It's a hell of a morning
When you've been up since noon
And the sunrise exposes the truth on the meadow
And all the white lies that you've sewn start to bloom

I drink straight from the bottle
To keep my kitchen clean
I've got a nest full of bluebirds all crying for something
And all I wanna do is chop down that damn tree

It's a long way to fall when you can't see the ground
It's a long way to fall,
When you look at me
And I look at you
And you look straight down

I need to write you a letter
But my pen is bone dry
And words are just words no matter how well they're spoken
If there's no one to listen
There's no point to try

So I fold up my feelings
I try to tuck away this hell
I've turned all my thoughts into inked paper airplanes
And wait for a breeze
So I can set sail

It's a long way to fall when you can't see the ground
It's a long way to fall,
When you look at me
And I look at you
And you look straight down

So where are you going my sweet,
In my favorite dress?
Don't you think that it's time we sit down for a moment
To talk about what's right
And what we've got left?