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.