Incubus
*** Paper Shoes ***
I fly
I soar
this I adore
and then like a locomotive
the sound of your sorrow comes
I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be alone
You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
but pain will roll off like water on feathers
you'd fly
you'd soar
but then like a locomotive
the sound of your sorrow comes
I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
but pain will roll off like water on feathers
I'm tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
but pain will roll off like water on feathers