Aperpareplane

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