Paper Airplane - Carpe Diem, Willy Porter

I want to walk through all your open doorways

I want to drink down all your cheap wine

I want to answer the door

When your old man calls

I want to tell him that you’re doing all right

I want to erase all doubt

Want to stand naked before the sun

I want to lay down beside you

When the working day is done

Through your open window

My paper airplane flies

People say I lost my footing

They should look into your eyes

From the second floor I can see into your house

Don’t need a telescope to know what you’re about

Just like a love letter tucked under a wing

Just like your naked truth gives light to everything

Up here in the thermals, drifting like a hawk

Carried on the wind or blown away like chalk

Such a tiny craft, paper clip on nose

I could stare at you for hours

But your blinds are closed