Paper Mâché Houses - The Weeks

Paper Mâché houses

Build them up with nothing else

Tell me what the sound is

Telephone keeps ringing out

Heard them in the next room

I don’t know whose side was wrong

Really hope it stops soon

Or someone turn the TV on

Talking to your best friend

Never knew your middle name

Stay until the show ends

Or at least until the latest train

Held the bottle like a baby

Protect it 'til we get back home

Drink up on the rooftops

And wonder where the city’s gone

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Why don’t you take a little time to breathe it in?

Don’t try to tame the sun

But you could try to feel it on your skin

I could’ve let the whole world just hold me back

I’m steady making choices from the life I had

Can we just talk about it?

I know that we could work this out

Talk around in circles

Speak until we both get tired

Look up at the streetlights

And wonder how the wold’s wired

Pressure makes me sleepy

Avoid the stuff at every cost

Wind up at the same spot

And relish in the time we lost

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Why don’t don’t you take a little time to breathe it in?

Don’t try to tame the sun

But you could try to feel it on your skin

I could’ve let the whole world just hold me back

I’m steady making choices from the life I had

Can we just talk about it?

I know that we could work this out

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Why don’t don’t you take a little time to breathe it in?

Don’t try to tame the sun

But you could try to feel it on your skin

I could’ve let the whole world just hold me back

I’m steady making choices from the life I had

Can we just talk about it?

I know that we could work this out

In paper Mâché houses

Build them up with nothing else

Tell me what the sound is

Telephone keeps ringing out