Текст песни PAPER HOUSE - Grant Knoche

Who made it Heaven?
Who made your dinner?
And polished the silver
Who saw the warnings
The flames in the distance
And still just didn't care

Even us flickering
Is the prettiest thing
I'll keep my mouth shut
But if anyone asks

You were the match
In this paper house of mine
You came in as a guest and then
You left nothing behind
Why'd my perfect match
Just leave me high and dry?
We always worked on paper
Always thought that we'd be fine
In this paper house of mine

You fit the picture
Then ripped it to pieces
I guess that I wasn't a-ware, ware, ware
I'm a notch on your bedpost
And I don't deserve this
Yeah, you just didn't care

Even us flickering
Is the prettiest thing
I'll keep my mouth shut
But if anyone asks

You were the match
In this paper house of mine
You came in as a guest and then
You left nothing behind
Why'd my perfect match
Just leave me high and dry?
We always worked on paper
Always thought that we'd be fine
In this paper house of mine

If it all burns down tonight
You're gonna stay inside

Even us flickering
Is the prettiest thing
I'll keep my mouth shut
But if anyone asks, asks, asks

You were the match
In this paper house of mine
You came in as a guest and then
You left nothing behind
Why'd my perfect match
Just leave me high and dry?
We always worked on paper
Always thought that we'd be fine
In this paper house of mine