Paper Roses (feat. Craig Finn)

Baby I've been wondering how we ever got this low, I've been standing by the train tracks, I've been hanging out of windows; and the way we were tonight makes me sad that you are leaving, now I'm staring at your fingers and the cobwebs on the ceiling.

There's a long way till morning, so let's fold these paper roses.

Now all the bets are off, because the odds on our love are sinking slowly in the ground, there ain't a bookie in this town that'll take a bet on us cos it seems we're out of love. Spider webs and poisoned darts, paper roses cannot fix two broken hearts.

 

The odds makers won't touch this one, they can't predict the risks of love,

So unless you choose a different play, buddy I can't take your money.

The saints are at the vikes tonight, the overs forty-eight point five,

So if they score forty nine combined, you'll double this here twenty.

Otherwise, take back that note, fold it up into a rose ask your girl to hold it close,

At least until the weekend.