Papercut
My world
is made of paper
I’ve even got a cardboard sun
And even though
The rain’s just painted
When I close my eyes I hear it run
My world
has all the colours
and no one there is ever in a rush
And when I need some clouds
to keep me cool
I get some white and dip in with my brush
Ref.:
I need this fiction
it’s my addiction
to paint a picture
with everything I always wanted
I need this fiction
it’s my addiction
to paint a picture
of home that’s not so haunted
My world
is made of paper
I’ve even got a cardboard sun
And even though
The rain’s just painted
When I close my eyes I hear it run
My world
is made of paper
I’ve cut it out by myself
It’s got some flaws
it‘s sharp on edges
and you can’t put no weight on the shelf
And the best thing is
I can always burn it down