Papercuts Lyrics by Anika Moa
Album : Stolen Hill
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
I don’t have anymore pretty faces
Kicking up dust, keeping smiles
Filling in forms
I compared you to my favourite piece of cake
But I don’t have one of those to put in my jewellery case

I imagined holding ground
It wasn’t the first sound
I imagined papercuts
No more gain to write

I don’t want to be extreme
To talk you senseless
Being worried, theres no casual, if theres no flame
I allowed you to move a stone, to be my simple
But I don’t have, a silent greed, to put it all on the front page

I imagined holding ground
It wasn’t the first sound
I imagined papercuts
No more gain to write
I don’t have anymore pretty faces   Kicking up dust, keeping smiles   Filling in forms   I compared you to my favourite piece of cake    But I don’t have one of those to put in my jewellery case      I imagined holding ground   It wasn’t the first sound   I imagined papercuts   No more gain to write      I don’t want to be extreme   To talk you senseless   Being worried, theres no casual, if theres no flame   I allowed you to move a stone, to be my simple   But I don’t have, a silent greed, to put it all on the front page      I imagined holding ground   It wasn’t the first sound   I imagined papercuts   No more gain to write