[Chorus]
Flying, made of sticks and paper
Aeroplane
Dying is the wind but climbing
My aeroplane

[Verse 1]
Blowing, and going somewhere high
In the evening tumbling down
But it's surely been up there

[Chorus]
Crying, want to live my life as
My aeroplane
Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly
My aeroplane

[Verse 2]
Lonely, but only till it comes down
Where there's people running 'round
But it's surely been up there

[Outro]
Flying, my aeroplane
My aeroplane
My aeroplane
My aeroplane