Paper Airplane

I want to walk through all your open doorways
 I want to drink down all your cheap wine
 I want to answer the door
 When your old man calls
 I want to tell him that you're doing all right
 I want to erase all doubt
 Want to stand naked before the sun
 I want to lay down beside you
 When the working day is done
 Through your open window
 My paper airplane flies
 People say I lost my footing
 They should look into your eyes
 From the second floor I can see into your house
 Don't need a telescope to know what you're about
 Just like a love letter tucked under a wing
 Just like your naked truth gives light to everything
 Up here in the thermals, drifting like a hawk
 Carried on the wind or blown away like chalk
 Such a tiny craft, paper clip on nose
 I could stare at you for hours
 But your blinds are closed