The Stars Look Down Hoodoo Gurus

I made a paper plane
And threw it into space
It seemed to float forever
No telling where it went
Snatched by a sudden breeze
It sails the wide, blue yonder
I know my aeroplane
Fell back to earth again
But I pretend
It never

One moonless, summer night
We'll lie back counting stars
Like diamonds on black velvet
We'll see the satellites
Fly past the southern cross
And laugh as they observe us
Somewhere a river flows
And whispers in the dark
A story near-eternal
It speaks of mountain rain
Valleys and open plain
And hungers for
The ocean

I don't wanna die