Hey mister paper
better get your story straight
we're not from the sixties
and it's sarah with an h
And, oh, sometimes
the way you read things
the way you see things
the way you reach things
hurts my heart
Oh, i fear
somehow you'll find the need
to spit out my name
like a watermelon seed
And, oh, sometimes
i think 'what am i doing?
this business of bleeding'
a dime for showing
my heart
Oh, twin moon
you are my twin moon
take me up-sky
so i can kiss you
drink your starlight
Oh, twin moon
you are my twin moon
take me up-sky
so i can kiss you
drink your start light
I want to show you
i want to show you
i want to show you
my heart