Paper Moon
© 2003 Kyra Marino

Winds around my wrist
Through my arm and up to my chest
Winds around my neck
Into my mouth and up through my head

To speak between my lines

Step away from your paper moon
You never know it when you’re walking through the darkness
Can’t you see she will never move
You never know it when you’re walking through the darkness
And she will give you no glow
And she will conjure no tide
Where there’s no need to decide
You never know it when you’re walking through the darkness

Fell within the cracks
Despite the watch that I had kept
And flat onto my back
Carried to the razor’s edge

That spoke between my lines

CHORUS

Mother, that I have made you but a paper light
Mother, that I have put you in a paper night
Mother, that I written but a paper lie
Mother, that I should forever let you…

Open to the page
Where my sense came back from the dead
To wind around my neck
Into my mouth and up through my head

CHORUS