I walk passed the phone, I like to be alone, all on my own, inside my paper home
I wish I was good, I wish I was beautiful to you and that you understood, that I'd fight a war for you, if I should
You sit by the fire, at least I imagine you do L. Cohen sings Avalanche. I'm in a book, so are you I wish you were here to run, laugh and cry with me, suddenly appear to love, live and die with me
In dreams I save you from harm In dreams you always worship me Like I've always worshipped you In dreams we're together, it's you and me I see
I can always pretend when I don't want to be alone That you're back again, safe in our paper home
Things I've done wrong, countless in name and number But pride feels no pain Now I run off to hide my shame
