4 acessos
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
That we could use the rest…
Me and you, living under a paper moon
Cause real life just isn't right; lets 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 soliders- 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; lets 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
And 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; lets 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…