I found it by the door
Bent up in a storm
Yellow paper ribs
And a wire for a form
You laughed when it folded
Like it knew your name
I held it to the lamp
And it looked like rain
Tell me why
It still feels right
Little thing
In the wrong kind of night
Paper umbrella
Hold me up hold me up
Paper umbrella
When the sky gets rough
Paper umbrella
Spin me spin me around
Paper umbrella
Keep my feet on the ground
(hold me up)
(keep my feet on the ground)
We walked past the bakery
Crumbs in the curb
You said every broken thing
Can still learn a word
A bus hissed by slow
And the puddles lit gold
You tucked it in my hand
Like a story told
Tell me why
It still feels right
Little thing
In the wrong kind of night
Paper umbrella
Hold me up hold me up
Paper umbrella
When the sky gets rough
Paper umbrella
Spin me spin me around
Paper umbrella
Keep my feet on the ground
(hold me up)
(keep my feet on the ground)
If the wind takes aim
Let it take its best shot
I’ve got your little frame
And that’s a lot
A thin bright shield
A cracked-up charm
You and me under it
Walking arm in arm
Paper umbrella
Hold me up hold me up
Paper umbrella
When the sky gets rough
Paper umbrella
Spin me spin me around
Paper umbrella
Keep my feet on the ground
Paper umbrella
Hold me up hold me up
Paper umbrella
When the sky gets rough
Paper umbrella
Spin me spin me around
Paper umbrella
Keep my feet on the ground
(hold me up)
(keep my feet on the ground)