UNDER A PAPER MOON

Baby don't yell, you're tearing a hole, right through the walls, of everything we used to know, I'm, building a place, something amazing, just for the sake of saving, us, from under the sun, two plastic hearts, with nowhere to run, we're rolling the dice on whatever's left, 'cause God only knows we could use the rest, Me and you, living under a paper moon, 'cause real life, just isn't right; let's fabricate, Me and you, living under a paper moon, this real life, just isn't right, let's get away... let's fabricate. Baby don't fret, at least we're alive, with just enough breath, to truly despise, the hills in the carpet, knots in the ties, that bind us so tightly to our waking lives, I'll build up a house, I'll build up an army, of cellophane soldiers, cheap origami, to take back a piece, or whatever's left, of that little box, that beats in your chest, Me and you, living under a paper moon, 'cause real life, just isn't right; let's fabricate... Me and you, living under a paper moon, this real life, just isn't right, let's get away... let's fabricate. I'm, building a place, something amazing, just for the sake of saving, us, or whatever's left, of that little box, that beats in your chest, Me and you, living under a paper moon, 'cause real life, just isn't right; let's fabricate... Me and you, living under a paper moon, this real life, just isn't right, let's get away... this real life, just isn't right, let's fabricate.