Lyrics Paper Mâché Houses - The Weeks

Paper Mâché Houses

Paper Mâché houses
Build them up with nothing else
Tell me what the sound is
Telephone keeps ringing out
Heard them in the next room
I don’t know whose side was wrong
Really hope it stops soon
Or someone turn the TV on
Talking to your best friend
Never knew your middle name
Stay until the show ends
Or at least until the latest train
Held the bottle like a baby
Protect it 'til we get back home
Drink up on the rooftops
And wonder where the city’s gone
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Why don’t you take a little time to breathe it in?
Don’t try to tame the sun
But you could try to feel it on your skin
I could’ve let the whole world just hold me back
I’m steady making choices from the life I had
Can we just talk about it?
I know that we could work this out
Talk around in circles
Speak until we both get tired
Look up at the streetlights
And wonder how the wold’s wired
Pressure makes me sleepy
Avoid the stuff at every cost
Wind up at the same spot
And relish in the time we lost
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Why don’t don’t you take a little time to breathe it in?
Don’t try to tame the sun
But you could try to feel it on your skin
I could’ve let the whole world just hold me back
I’m steady making choices from the life I had
Can we just talk about it?
I know that we could work this out
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Why don’t don’t you take a little time to breathe it in?
Don’t try to tame the sun
But you could try to feel it on your skin
I could’ve let the whole world just hold me back
I’m steady making choices from the life I had
Can we just talk about it?
I know that we could work this out
In paper Mâché houses
Build them up with nothing else
Tell me what the sound is
Telephone keeps ringing out