3 acessos
Knocking on my door, and you're calling out my name
But you won't come in until i let you
To my paper house
Standing on my lawn, with the scissors in your hands
You could cut in where you like
To my paper house
The rain is falling now and soaking through these walls
And i can see the sun outside
Of my paper house
I can see the sun outside
You can come in where you like