Paroles: Videosforpictures. Otras Canciones. Cranes.

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Girl, I made you a paper crane
All the other boyfriends made their girlfriends paper planes
Sometimes in my head
Sometimes you are dead
Sometimes you are living
Oh, it rains
Darling, I don't think I can suffer all of your pain.

Maybe we'll discuss entropy out by the swings
I don't think we're smart enough to understand all these complex things
Sometimes we'll dance
Sometimes we won't
Sometimes we'll just stop and sing
Out on the corner, there's a pedophile and he's selling diamond rings.

The streetlights are shining but they shine for no one
They shine to be shown and to glow in the dark
You're standing under one with a suitcase in hand
And you look like you've nowhere to go.
To go.
To go.
To go.
To go.

The pavement and sidewalks are all made from paper cranes
Pollution and hypocrisy, oh god, it just hurts my brain
Sometimes it is good
Sometimes it is bad
Sometimes it's just so insane
There's nothing to be lost at this point
Nothing to be gained.

So I'm going up to heaven where the angels are dressed in black
I'm going up to heaven but I don't think I'm coming back
I see blue and white and nothing and then yellow-green
Accepting me with open arms, and saying things that they don't mean.

I'm going up to heaven where the angels are dressed in black
I'm going up to heaven but I don't think I'm coming back
I see blue and white and nothing and then yellow-green
Accepting me with open arms, and saying things that they don't mean.
Out on the corner there's a dinosaur and he's selling golden things.

The streetlights are shining but they shine for no one
They shine to be shown and to glow in the dark
You're standing under one with a suitcase in hand
And your mascara and lipstick are smudged on your face.
Darling, you look like Hell.