Letras
Words
They are so comforting
From the mouth of a friend not a foe
The bite's not harsh and we're not parched
'Cause it's something we already own
Lifts not staircases
Sweet saccharin
Our cards don't have faces
'Cause the joker turned them in
Searching for a paper moon
Looking to a felt sky
If I believe me and you believe you
We exchange the truth for a lie
Searching for a paper moon
Looking to a felt sky
If I believe me and you believe you
We exchange the truth for a lie