Testo Paper Birds

Trying to get me stop
Oh I tried but I can't
Dying to hear you just talk
Oh I'd die just to hear you again
Over and over I'm pushing these boulders up walls
Shorter and shorter these days make me older
I can't complain, I can't refrain
I've got two hands to my wrists and today they'll create
One million paper made birds that will fly, that will break
Colder and colder you give me that shoulder again
Rhyme or no reason explains all the treason you left me with
It's on your lips
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I turn my hands into fists so today I can break
One million paper-made birds that can fly, not today