This town has no seasons   it's the middle of October,   and you'd think there'd be a nice,   cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong).   The summer lingers here for half of the year   and I'm convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun.   I fell asleep on paper wings.   These people have no feelings   their heads are the only things that ever teach them anything about love.   And I'm not sad, I just want to trust someone so badly.   I just want something beautiful to happen here right now.   I fell asleep on paper wings.   These words have no manners   they come to me at night when I am trying to sleep   (and shake me violently, like it's the end of the world or something).   And I wake up on paper wings.