Under a 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 (Whoa...)
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 (Whoa...)
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
I'm building a place Something amazing just for the sake of saving us And whatever's left of that little box that beats in your chest
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 This real life just isn't right Let's fabricate