Paper Cuts

THE SOUND OF DECEMBER’S FREEZING WIND HAS APPEARED
YOU’D THINK IT’S THE LOUDEST THAT WE’VE HAD HERE IN YEARS
I GOT YOU A PRESENT MADE OF SALT AND PAPER CUTS
MY OWN MOLDED EMBER WITH GLANCING EYES
AND MORNING DUST

SPARKS IN MY PALM
IS IT RAIN
IS IT RAIN
SEEMS NOT SO HARD
TO PRETEND
TO PRETEND

THE ROOF BLOCKED THE WATER
FROM POURING IN ON OUR HEADS
THE WALLS BLOCKED THE SUNRISE
FROM STRETCHING WIDE ON OUR BED
REMEMBER THAT ASHTRAY
WITH THE EIFFEL TOWER STAMPED UPON IT
SO CORNY AND COMMON
AND YET IT HAD A CERTAIN CHARM

SPARKS ON YOUR ARM
THAT’S NOT RAIN
THAT’S NOT RAIN
LEFTOVERS FROM THAT ONE TIME
WHEN WE DANCED

MARSHMALLOW DINNER
MELTING COLORS ON A STICK
I MERGED THE DIVISION
THE WHITE OF HEALTH
THE PINK OF SICK
MUST STAY ALIVE WHEN YOU COME TO COLLECT
ALL THAT I’VE EARNED BY MISTAKE
BY MISTAKE

מילים: עמית ארז, לחן: עמית ארז