Papercuts - Anika Moa
I don't have anoymore pretty faces
Kicking up dust keeping smiles
Filling in forms
I compared you to my favourite piece of cake
But I don't have one of
Those to put in my jewellery case
I imagined holding ground
It wasn't the first sound
I imagined papercuts
No more gain to write
I don't want to be extreme
To talk you senseless
Being worried there's no casual
If there's no flame
I allowed you to move a stone to be my simple
But I don't have a silent greed
To put it all on the front page
I imagined holding ground
It wasn't the first sound
I imagined papercuts
No more gain to write
