Paper Bag

No time to fuck, but you like the rush
And where would we be without sums
Deals we make

Brown paper bag
Makes for a hat when it rains on your head, mate
Cheers for that

When the world stops for snow
When you laugh
I'm inside your mouth

Sucking the sun, baboons and birds
With the weight of you, dear
I forgot

Brown paper bag
Makes for a hat when it rains on your head, mate
Cheers for that

When the world stops for snow
When you laugh
I'm inside your mouth

And you go, dear
Fears are tamed

When you laugh
I'm inside your mouth