Texty:
Burden Of A Day Pilots Paper Planes

gone our hearts have beaten with the last song sung tonight resilience running in our veins* we're picking up the pieces as we watch them fall like a

Here we go! would you paint me something pretty bloodstained canvas wreaks of failure colors are smeared by turpentine let's paint to every written

We set our sights on something that's just beyond our reach it's not what we expected we will pray we won't stop this we will not let it go we wont stop

?Til we die With a separation of life and limb A rolling stone gathers no moss Keep moving on from what we know went wrong Time is precious We don?t

are dining in your yards We tied this up With a bow The science of rock and roll To bleed a dream with a stolen chance The art of life is a fleeting glance

different to alienate the masses run into the nightmare of self absorption we are what it takes to survive into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes