Lyrics:

Well you think you had a good timeWith the boy that you just metKicking sand from beach to beachYour clothes all soa
king wetBut if you look around and seeA shadow on the runDon't be too surprised if its just a paper sunAhh Paper Sun, Ahh
Paper SunIn the room where you've been sleepingAll your clothes all thrown aboutCigarettes burn window sillsYour meter's a
ll run outBut then again its nothingYou just split when day is donePitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sunStand
ing in the cool of my roomFresh cut flowers give me sweet perfumeToo much sun will burn!When you're feeling tired and lonel
yYou see people going homeYou can't make the train fareOr the six pence for the phoneAnd icicles your cryingFrom your chee
k have just begunDont be sad, good times are hadBeneath the paper sunDaylight breaks while you sleep on the sandA seagull
is stealing the ring from your handThe boy who had given you so much funHas left you so cold in the paper sun