You motion to make haste now
The separation of two valuable lies
Has pressed you into a symptom
Now that's a surprise
For the girl who flies by
All dressed in the night
With her heart paper white
Wake me up, plunge your head in the river
Somehow stop all these terrible spots of delight
Pull me out of that windy newspaper
Crashing on by,
With that look in your eyes
With the blue in your skies
With your paper heart cries