Baby, don't yell, You're tearing a hole right through the walls of everything we used to I'm building a place, something amazing, Just for the sake 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; lets fabricate and you, living under a paper moon, This real life just isn't 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 to our waking lives, I'll build up a house, I'll up an army Of cellophane soliders cheap origami, To take back a piece or whatever's left Of that little box that beats in your chest
Me and you, living under a moon, Cause real life just isn't right; lets fabricate Me and you, living under a paper moon, This real life isn't right let's get away let's fabricate.
I'm building a place, Something amazing just for the sake of saving us, And whatever's left of little box that beats in your chest
Me and you, living under a paper moon, Cause real life just isn't right; lets fabricate Me and you, living under a paper moon, This real life isn't right let's get away This real life, just isn't right, let's fabricate