Lyrics to Paper House
We lended our heavy hearts,
motors with broken parts,
we had a deck of cards it was a start.
We'd sit out in the sun,
and wait for our skin to turn,
you would ask for truth,
and I would look for something to burn.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon.
Often we took the train,
the sky pacing white to grey,
when you or I would leave
and the other would stay.
We were all that we had
and breathed in each others words,
I would ask for truth and
you'd look for something to burn.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon.
You were much younger then,
younger than I am now,
I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow,
I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon.
Oh you know what you are to me
and you know you will always be.
motors with broken parts,
we had a deck of cards it was a start.
We'd sit out in the sun,
and wait for our skin to turn,
you would ask for truth,
and I would look for something to burn.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon.
Often we took the train,
the sky pacing white to grey,
when you or I would leave
and the other would stay.
We were all that we had
and breathed in each others words,
I would ask for truth and
you'd look for something to burn.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon.
You were much younger then,
younger than I am now,
I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow,
I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
where we grew by the light of the moon.
Oh you know what you are to me
and you know you will always be.
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