Paper Sun
So you think you're having good times
With the boy that you just met
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your clothes all soaking wet
But if you look around and see
A shadow on the run
Don't be too upset because it's just a paper sun
Ahh, paper sun, ahh, paper sun
In the room where you've been sleeping
All your clothes, all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter's all run out
But then again it's nothing
You just split when day is done
Hitching lifts to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun
Standing in the cool of my room
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
Too much sun will burn
When you're feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You can't make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicles you're crying
From your cheek have just begun
Don't be sad, good times are had
Beneath the paper sun
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
The boy who had given you so much fun
Has left you so cold in the paper sun
