Paper Bag

No time to fuck, but you like the rush

And where would we be without sums

Deals we make?

Brown paper bag, makes for a hat

When it rains on your head, mate

Cheers for that

When the world stops for snow

When you laugh, I'm inside your mouth

Sucking the sun, baboons and birds

With the weight of you dear, I forgot

Brown paper bag, makes for a hat

When it rains on your head, mate

Cheers for that

When the world stops for snow

When you laugh, I'm inside your mouth

I'm just cold, dear

Feels a tear

When you laugh, I'm inside your mouth