hey Mister Paper

better get your story straight

we're not from the sixties

and it's Sarah with an H



and oh sometimes

the way you read things

the way you see things

hurts my heart



I fear

somehow they'll find the need

To spit out my name

like a watermelon seed



sometimes

I think what am I doing?

this business of bleeding

a dime for showing

my heart



oh twin moon

you are my twin moon

take me up-sky so I can kiss you

drink your starlight



I want to show you

I want to show you

my heart