Paper Plane

Bb Riding on a big white butterfly I turned my back away towards the sky Eb I closed my eyes to look for something Saw myself as really nothing Bb Then I realised my butterfly F Wasn´t really up there with me Eb We all make mistakes, forgive me Bb Would you like to ride my butterfly Bb Riding on a long blue paperplane Getting seasick, sorry once again Eb Landing strip is getting nearer Hope the fog lifts, make it clearer Bb Then I realised my paperplane F Wasn´t really up there with me Eb We all make mistakes, forgive me Bb - F Would you like to ride my paperplane Bb Riding in a three grand Deutche car A to B is often very far Eb Home is near, but such a long way Legs and heads all feel the wrong way Bb Then I realised my Deutche car F Is only there to get me somewhere Eb Even so I really do care Bb Would you like to ride my Deutche car