I wish he could see
How beautiful he is to me
I wish I could stay out of his way
But that's much too hard for me
I wish we could fly away on a paper airplane
m~m~m~m~m~
He tells me everything
Calls me his Martin Luther King
Says he's good at running far
I tell him everything
Call him by the wrong name
Say I'm good at chasing stars
I wish we could fly away on a paper airplane
m~m~m~m~m~
I wish we could fly away On a paper airplane