Paper Sun - Traffic

Well you think you had a good time

With the boy that you just met

Kicking sand from beach to beach

Your clothes all soaking wet

But if you look around and see

A shadow on the run

Don’t be too surprised if its just a paper sun

Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun

In the room where you’ve been sleeping

All your clothes all thrown about

Cigarettes burn window sills

Your meter’s all run out

But then again its nothing

You just split when day is done

Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun

Standing in the cool of my room

Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume