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