Paper Shoes - Incubus
I fly, I soar, this I adore.
And then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes.
I’m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I’d rather be alone
You’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feathers.
You’d fly, You’d soar.
But then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes.
I’m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I’d rather be on my own
You’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feathers.
I’m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I’d rather be on my own
You’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feathers.