Paper Heart
Wedged between the dirt and the stardust,
The jam, and the cream and the strawberry rust,
Twirling like dizzy on her sugar kiss
Singing her song, it goes something like this
She's dirty and sparkling and searching and waiting
And she's just sitting like a work of art.
Paper Heart.
Millions of hopes spill from her fingers,
Holding, releasing, and softly it lingers,
Hidden beneath silk, and tired embrace
Crying aloud, and not a tear on her face
She's grinning and playful and foolish and watching
And she's just a circle at its start.
Paper Heart.
I have been inside your head
It was as empty as it seems,
You will so freely share your bed
But you don't dare to share your dreams
I haven't even caught your name.
So she sits upon her rainbow shelf
Watching and waiting for somebody else
Singing her song without words.
Hoping that it will be heard.
She's soaring, and spunky, and tender and listening
She's just walking a world apart.
Paper Heart.
I have been inside your head
It was as empty as it seems,
You will so freely share your bed
But you don't dare to share your dreams
I haven't even caught your name.
I haven't even caught your name.
So she sits upon her rainbow shelf
Watching and waiting for somebody else
Twirling like dizzy on her sugar kiss
Singing her song, it goes something like this
It goes whirled like a circle it's a work of art
It goes something like this,
Paper heart, paper heart, paper heart.
It goes something like this,
Paper Heart.