Paper Sun - Traffic
Written by：Dave Mason
My bed is made of candy floss
The house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow worms
If I'm wrong correct me please
The village is a pop up book
The people wooden dolls
The roads are made of treacle things
It's time that I moved on
My home is half a walnut shell the journey will be long
So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc mange
I sailed away for fifteen days it never once got dark
And came upon two large houses set out in a park
On the door of one was truth
On the other door was lies
Which one should I enter thru I really must decide
The door my lies had lots of flowers growing round outside
But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside
The door of truth was very plain but stood up very strong
And when I entered thru it's door I knew I wasn't wrong
