Papercuts - Anika Moa

I don’t have anymore pretty faces

Kicking up dust, keeping smiles

Filling in forms

I compared you to my favourite piece of cake

But I don’t have one of those to put in my jewellery case

I imagined holding ground

It wasn’t the first sound

I imagined papercuts

No more gain to write

I don’t want to be extreme

To talk you senseless

Being worried, theres no casual, if theres no flame

I allowed you to move a stone, to be my simple

But I don’t have, a silent greed, to put it all on the front page

I imagined holding ground

It wasn’t the first sound

I imagined papercuts

No more gain to write