In a little house by the railroad tracks, she checks the kids
And she tiptoes back down the stairs to the rumbling outside
Follows the streetlights to the last neon sign
He stopped pretending he's asleep a long time ago
And all these promises to keep is what he tries to hold onto
They speak less every day now, it's only a matter of time he knows
Only a matter of time he knows
Lying awake, lying awake
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, how they used to fly so high
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes
Gravity pulls them to the ground
In the night
Losing parts along the way, forging a crooked line
A couple of years of standing by till the cracks come up from the ground
They break a family apart from the inside out
From the inside out
Lying awake, lying awake
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, how they used to fly so high
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, gravity pulls them to the ground in the night
Her skin, it ages and withers, over time her throat goes dry
How differences can plant roots and grow before our young eyes
Driving away, her tail lights fade
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, how they used to fly so high
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, gravity pulls them to the ground
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, how they used to fly so high
Words are falling like paper aeroplanes, gravity pulls them to the ground in the night
In the night