Cold Collections - Paper Aeroplanes

Lost your voice

Words into my mouth

I’m north, you’re south

Rooms, walls and doors

You whisper in my ear

You’re mine, I’m yours

Give me sweetness and

Give me silence just

Give me something to hide behind

Gold collections of my possessions they

Give me something to hide behind

Sun, sea and sand

The leaves all fall too fast

You hold my hand

Wind slams the doors

You whisper in my ear

What’s mind, is yours

So give me sweetness and

Give me silence just

Give something to hide behind and all these

Gold collections of my possessions they

Give me something to hide behind

Give me sweetness and

Give me silence just

Give me something to hide behind and all these

Gold collections of my possessions they

Give me something to hide behind so just

Give me sweetness and

Give me silence just

Give me something to hide behind and all these

Gold collections of my possessions they

Give me something to hide behind

To hide behind