Made of paper
Made of string
Blank and waiting
To be filled with anything
You trade tomorrow
And all your golden dreams
For a smile

And it's true that
There are times
When we can't straighten out
All these crooked lines
And you'd do anything
To clear your cluttered mind
For a while

And these things that we can not change right now
We can make our plans, yeah, we can make our plans
And live our lives
Yeah

And these things that we can't explain right now
We can make our plans, yeah, we can make our plans

First you're born
And then you breath and die
And this grand illusion
Flashes right before your eyes
We'll play this ashes
With a lie
And we'll get by

And these words that we can't exchange right now
We can make our plans, yeah, we can make our plans
And live our lives
Hey

We can make our plans
Yeah, we can make our plans
Oh, we can make our plans
Yeah, we can make our plans
And live our lives