Paper falls straight into the eddies Words they fall pained and heavy Paper glass paper gold Paper thoughts they unfold
We write letters only to be pulped to snow By Thoughts about mending a world you don't know
You clipped our wings long before we learnt to fly Your words they stung, penguins have to live a lie Paper hearts, paper gold Our stories will still be told
We write letters only to be pulped to snow By Thoughts about mending a world you don't ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
