Steve Winwood - Paper Sun Lyrics
Well you think you had a good timeWith the boy that you just metKicking sand from beach to beachYour clothes all soaking wetBut if you look around and seeA shadow on the runDont be too surprised if its just a paper sunAhh paper sun, ahh paper sunIn the room where youve been sleepingAll your clothes all thrown aboutCigarettes burn window sillsYour meters all run outBut then again its nothingYou just split when day is donePitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sunStanding in the cool of my roomFresh cut flowers give me sweet perfumeToo much sun will burn!When youre feeling tired and lonelyYou see people going homeYou cant make the train fareOr the six pence for the phoneAnd icicles your cryingFrom your cheek have just begunDont be sad, good times are hadBeneath the paper sunDaylight breaks while you sleep on the sandA seagull is stealing the ring from your handThe boy who had given you so much funHas left you so cold in the paper sun
