Paper Sun - Traffic (交通乐队)

Written by：Steve Winwood/Jim Capaldi

Well you think you had a good time

With the boy that you just met

Kicking sand from beach to beach

Your clothes all soaking wet

But if you look around and see

A shadow on the run on the run

Don't be too upset if it's just a paper sun

Ahh paper sun ahh paper sun

In the room where you've been sleeping

All your clothes all thrown about

Cigarettes burn window sills

Your meter's all run out

But then again it's nothing

You just split when day is done

Pitching lips to nowhere

Hung up on the paper sun

Oh paper sun

Oh paper sun

Standing in the cool of my room

Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume

Too much sun will burn

Too much sun will

Too much sun will burn

Too much sun will burn

When you're feeling tired and lonely

You see people going home

You can't make the train fare

Or the six pence for the phone

And icicles your crying

From your cheek have just begun just begun

Don't be sad good times are had

Beneath the paper sun

Oh paper sun

Oh paper sun