Baby, don't yell,
You're tearing a hole right through the walls
of everything we used to know,
I'm building a place, something amazing,
Just for the sake of saving us
From under the sun,
Two plastic hearts with nowhere [bad word] 
We're rolling the dice on whatever's left,
cause God only knows that we could use the rest...

Me and you,
living under a paper moon,
Cause real life just isn't right;
lets fabricate...
Me and you,
living under a paper moon,
This real life just isn't right
let's get away — let's fabricate.

Baby, don't fret,
At least we're alive with just enough breath
to [bad word] despise the hills in the carpet,
knots in the ties that bind us so tightly to our waking lives,
I'll build up a house, I'll build up an army
Of cellophane soldiers— cheap origami,
To take back a piece or whatever's left
Of that little box
That beats in your chest

Me and you,
living under a paper moon,
Cause real life just isn't right;
lets fabricate...
Me and you,
living under a paper moon,
This real life just isn't right
let's get away — let's fabricate.

I'm building a place,
something amazing just for the sake of saving us,
And whatever's left of that little box
that beats in your chest

Me and you,
living under a paper moon,
Cause real life just isn't right;
lets fabricate...
Me and you,
living under a paper moon,
This real life just isn't right let's get away
This real life just isn't right, let's fabricate...