(I shall never no more if I posses worlds. Through space the universe
ecompasses and swallows me up like an atom; by thought I
comprehend the world.)Hey Mister Paper
Better get your story straight
We're not from the 60's
And it's Sarah with an HAnd, oh, sometimes
The way you see things
The way you read things
The way you see things
Hurts my heart
Oh, I fear
Somehow you'll find the need
To spit out my name
Like a watermelon seedAnd, oh, sometimes
I think 'what am I doing?
This business of bleeding'
A dime for showing
My heartOh, twin moon
You are my twin moon
Take me up-sky
So I can kiss you
Drink your starlightLight . . .(You'll be all right, you'll get over it) (unsure)(You'll be ok, you'll be all right)
(unclear)Oh, twin moon
You are my twin moon
Take me up-sky
So I can kiss you
Drink your start lightLight . . .I want to show you
I want to show you
I want to show you
My heart
