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Across my bed before the dawn

She said “hold me tight and hold me strong

And say that you will be here now

That you won’t leave and you don’t know how”

She said “feels my arms, heavy as brass

Feel their weight and feel their mass

Am I not your iron ore?

Am I not your molten core?”

But all you are is paper thin

A strand of hair against a blood red sky

All you are is paper thin

And all you are is wasted in my eye

A silver tongue and words like fire

Can’t spin gold neath a steeple’s spire

I’ve spent weeks on end alone

But can’t find a vein in this goddamn stone

Like a dressing on a stage

Or a half-wit sonnet on a page

At a shallow depth it’s crystal clear

But if they turn, how they disappear

I’ll disappear

But all I am is paper thin

A tower lost behind a horizon line

All I am is paper thin

All I am is wasted in your eye

All we are is paper thin

Two traffic signs, they long left behind

All we are is paper thin

All we are is wasted in their eye