Paper thin
Air tonight
See the world in
Shades of white
Every day
A new parade for me
Find a flame
Feeling fades
Fit for me but
Fell away
Every day
A new charade to see
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me
Next to you
Your eyes on fire
Stronger than thread but
Still only wire
You'll disappear
Into the cold and rain
Write a story
Tell the world
Things of glory
Things that cannot be unsaid
The author dies
And nobody cries but me
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
Turn on the cold and rain
And then you disappear
And you're authoring my tears
But the author dies
And nobody cries but me
The author died
And nobody cries
But me
Phil Orsini - Death of the Author Lyrics
Phil Orsini - Death of the Author Lyrics
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Paper thin
Air tonight
See the world in
Shades of white
Every day
A new parade for me
Find a flame
Feeling fades
Fit for me but
Fell away
Every day
A new charade to see
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me
Next to you
Your eyes on fire
Stronger than thread but
Still only wire
You'll disappear
Into the cold and rain
Write a story
Tell the world
Things of glory
Things that cannot be unsaid
The author dies
And nobody cries but me
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
Turn on the cold and rain
And then you disappear
And you're authoring my tears
But the author dies
And nobody cries but me
The author died
And nobody cries
But me
Air tonight
See the world in
Shades of white
Every day
A new parade for me
Find a flame
Feeling fades
Fit for me but
Fell away
Every day
A new charade to see
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me
Next to you
Your eyes on fire
Stronger than thread but
Still only wire
You'll disappear
Into the cold and rain
Write a story
Tell the world
Things of glory
Things that cannot be unsaid
The author dies
And nobody cries but me
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
From me
And I flew out of pain
Like a moth to the flame
But the flame went away
Turn on the cold and rain
And then you disappear
And you're authoring my tears
But the author dies
And nobody cries but me
The author died
And nobody cries
But me
Writer: Philip Orsini
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