Testo Paper Aeroplane

Well this stone that I have swallowed
Isn't going down so well
And this road that I have followed
Is leading me to hell
 
And you said it didn't matter
But I think you're a liar
Is this one of your talents That stokes the very

Fire that burns you
Each time you try to live
The earth will turn below you
The pressure is building
And something has to give
 
And when I build you a steeple
You say it's incomplete
Cos you need the whole cathedral
To satisfy your need
 
You're like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land Flying blind through anything
Straight into the

Hand that chokes you
Each time you try to live
The earth will turn below you
The pressure is building
And something has to give
 
Something has to give