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 soliders— 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..