On an aperpareplane 
Souls, Annie said 
With jaws and arms the right length 
To sing your soul to bed. 

'Cause you fly an aperpareplane 
Fashion from your niece 
Crimson dress and nice clothes
Singing me to sleep 

Fly an aperpareplane 
Annie says my name
Jaws and hands the right length 
No architects could blame 

A life of paper airplanes
Flown from parkinglots 
Smiling at the streetlights, oh dear... 

And years being to roll your way
Reading a book of the way you look 
Singing a song of where you belong