Текст песни Cold Collections - Paper Aeroplanes

Lost your voice
Words into my mouth
I'm north, you're south

Rooms, walls and doors
You whisper in my ear
You're mine, I'm yours

Give me sweetness and
Give me silence just
Give me something to hide behind
Gold collections of my possessions they
Give me something to hide behind

Sun, sea and sand
The leaves all fall too fast
You hold my hand

Wind slams the doors
You whisper in my ear
What's mind, is yours

So give me sweetness and
Give me silence just
Give something to hide behind and all these
Gold collections of my possessions they
Give me something to hide behind

Give me sweetness and
Give me silence just
Give me something to hide behind and all these
Gold collections of my possessions they
Give me something to hide behind so just
Give me sweetness and
Give me silence just
Give me something to hide behind and all these
Gold collections of my possessions they
Give me something to hide behind
To hide behind