Paper people in a raging fire Trying to keep the cold away Talking tangled in a thorny brier Lost, with nothing left to say Always racing for the night to hide us Never listening to the love inside us No one ever told us we were wrong No one said when love is weak It may be getting strong She searched for a shoulder And mine was gone
Drawing pictures in the sand Trying to tease the time to stay Wishing water never met the land To wash the dreams away Taking turns at being friends and lovers Hearing what we both believe from others No one ever told us we were wrong No one said when love is weak It may be getting strong She searched for a shoulder And mine was gone