Jason Collett Papercut Hearts
Papercut hearts leave no scars
Bullet-point teardrops like inky dead stars
The stab of love when it comes you'll come undone
Like all of the reckless ones
The pull of the moon the shift of the sea
The feral wounds inside of me
The stab of love is something to hold onto
A Little flame of a little pain to keep you warm
Imaginations, imaginations running wild
Yeah, running wild
Running wild
Papercut hearts in these smokeless bars
The authentic blues is it just old world news?
The stab of love when it comes you'll come undone
Like all of us reckless ones
Imaginations, imaginations running wild
Running wild...
