I am a paper dragon; I navigate the sky
The warm winds plays on my wooden ribs
I fly, I fly
But you hold the spool, and you draw me in
Paper to flesh and wood to bone
I stand here on this floor of stone
And the fire I breathe is real
I am a wooden horse; I stand before your gate
My restless blood like an army
I wait, I wait
And slowly the key is turning
I'm drawn toward your door
And I pass through your fortress wall
And the step I take is real
We live in a house of glass, the sun gets in and when we laugh
The rainbow colours dance around the walls
Wooden horses must play their games
And paper dragons cannot be tamed
We lie here on this grassy plain
And the fire we breathe is real
