Paper - Tennis/Alaina Moore/Patrick Riley

Composed by：Alaina Moore/Patrick Riley

Early morning

Quiet in the springtime

Without warning

Passing in a fever

Sweet as honey

Flowers in a thin rain

Daylight driving

Me back to your arms

Back to your arms

We've been rising from the ground

Can't keep my head out of the clouds

Another plane to carry the sound like echoes

I work real hard but I'll never be sure

To provide for my baby in the physical world

But you don't care about material things like paper

When you know you know

It's better with your eyes closed

We draw circles

Halo-ing the skyline

Through the window

Caught up in a breeze

Early morning stretching over hours

Stretching over hours

While you go on

Talking in your sleep

Can you get it it's subtle and quick

Feel the earth begin to shift

How can anything contradict our nature

Our nature

I work real hard but I'll never be sure

To provide for my baby in the physical world

But you don't care about material things like paper

Like paper

We've been rising from the ground

Can't keep my head out of the clouds

Another plane to carry the sound like echos

Like echos

All I hope for takes me deeper

With never any plan only echoes

All I hope for takes me deeper

With never any plan only echoes