Paper Moon

Baby don't yell,
you're tearing a hole right through the walls
of everything we used to know,
I'm building a place, something amazing,
just for the sake of saving us.
From under the sun,
two plastic hearts with nowhere to run,
we're rolling the dice,
on whatever's left, 'cause God only knows that we could use the rest.

Me and you, living under a paper moon.
'Cause real life, just isn't right, let's fabricate
Me and you, living under a paper moon.
This real life just isn't right let's get away - let's fabricate

Baby don't fret
At least we're alive,
with just enough breath to truly despise
the hills in the carpet, knots in the ties
that bind us so tightly to our waking lives,
I'll build up a house,
I'll build up an army of cellophane soliders - cheap origami,
to take back a piece
of whatever's left
of that little box that beats in your chest.