Paper Aeroplane — Kt Tunstall

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

And the earth will turn below you The pressure is building And something has to give Oh something has to give

And when I build you a steeple You say it's incomplete 'Cause you need the whole cathedral To satisfy the need

And 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

And the earth will turn below you The pressure is building And something has to give Oh something has to give

Well you're like a paper aeroplane That never seems to land Flying blind through anything Straight into the hand

Well 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

And the earth will turn below you The pressure is building The pressure is building The fire that burns you Each time you try to live

And the earth will turn below you The pressure is building And something has to give Something has to give Something has to give Something has to give Something has to give Give