So you think you're
having good times
With a 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
Don't be
too upset
because 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 there again
it's nothing
You just split when
day is done
Pitching lips
to nowhere hung
up on the
paper sun
Ahh Paper Sun
Ahh 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 burn
When you're feeling
tired and lonely
You see people
going home
You can't make
the train fare
Or the sixpence
for the phone
And icicles
your crying
From your cheek
have just begun
Don't be sad
good times are had
Beneath the
paper sun
Ahh Paper Sun
Ahh Paper Sun
Daylight breaks
while you sleep
on the sand
A seagull is
stealing the ring
from your hand
The boy who had
given you
so much fun
Has left you so
cold in the
paper sun