Is some springs and stings ahead
Wrap them firmly and complete
And then nail them to the stage
You bounce back and play all day
If the writing time is all
Paper cuts
Don't try to play them
Paper cuts
I look down and I'm not lying now
She's all too happy now
He's only throwing up again
Up again
Well, I'm a paper man
And I love my hands
And I know
I know
On the world
And we don't even understand
Now we don't understand
These paper cuts
No no no
And we don't even understand
And we don't even understand
And we don't even understand
And we don't even understand