Paperdoll Parade

Written by: Chris O'Brien
Album: Little Red

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I went knocking just to hear the sound
of flesh on wood and of feet on the ground
my heart sped up it beat like a drum
it stung like the bullet when it leaves the gun

I saw a picture that I took of you
getting all messed up like we sometimes do
there ain’t nothing you can say to a photograph
you just sit and you live with the aftermath

I know that we’re not long for this world
we get strung right along like a shiny row of pearls
we get all mixed up and we lose our way
and we march in line in this paper doll parade

we are as thin as the ice and as hard as the sea
and as weak as only we know ourselves to be
it is all my fault, it’s all your fault,
it’s all god’s fault or it ain’t nobody’s fault at all

the pain is for the people who are left to see
just how difficult you found your life to be
there ain’t nothing gonna hurt you ever again
there ain’t no sorrow left in the blood of your pen

so we’ll cover all the mirrors and stop all the clocks
we’ll silence all the pistols and put down all the rocks
It is all my fault, it’s all your fault,

it’s all god’s fault or it ain’t nobody’s fault at all