Paper Streets

I’m walking the paper streets
And the pavement’s bleeding with ink
I know my life is made of words
This house of ink will close

Strange that I’ve lost my path
Even though I have never walked
My lies, so comfortable to dwell
That I believed myself

While the moonlight bathes in the puddles and drains
I will follow the smell of your cigarettes screaming
World, oh don’t you dare
To end right where we stand

And I know these streets, cause I’ve followed you home
I’m the shade you fear, one you will never know
And so the paper streets
Become the house of ink

I’ve burned every bridge behind
Cause I know that I am weak
And I’ll be trying to go back
I’m safe inside this trap

With this paper I’ll pave my way
Down to hell and up here again
I know there’s no way to return
It’s nice to see it burn

While the moonlight bathes in the puddles and drains
I will follow the smell of your cigarettes screaming
World, oh don’t you dare
To end right where we stand

And I know these streets, cause I’ve followed you home
I’m the shade you fear, one you will never know
And so the paper streets
Become the house of ink

While the moonlight bathes in the puddles and drains
I will follow the smell of your cigarettes screaming
World, oh don’t you dare
To end right where we stand

And I know these streets, cause I’ve followed you home
I’m the shade you fear, one you will never know
And so the paper streets
Become the house of ink