Baby, don't yell

You're tearing a hole right through the walls

Of everything we used to know

I'm building a place, something amazing

Just for the sake of saving us

From under the sun

Two plastic hearts with nowhere to run

We're rolling the dice on whatever's left

'cause god only knows that we could use the rest...

Me and you, living under a paper moon

'cause real life just isn't right

Let's fabricate

Me and you, living under a paper moon

This real life just isn't right

Let's get away

Let's fabricate.

Baby, don't fret

At least we're alive with just enough breath

To truly despise the hills in the carpet

Knots in the ties that bind us so tightly to our waking lives

I'll build up a house, I'll build up an army

Of cellophane soliders--cheap origami

To take back a piece of whatever's left

Of that little box that beats in your chest.

Me and you, living under a paper moon

'cause real life just isn't right

Let's fabricate

Me and you, living under a paper moon

This real life just isn't right

Let's get away

Let's fabricate.

I'm building a place

Something amazing just for the sake of saving us

And whatever's left of that little box that beats in your chest.

Me and you, living under a paper moon

'cause real life just isn't right

Let's fabricate

Me and you, living under a paper moon

This real life just isn't right

Let's get away

This real life just isn't right

Let's fabricate.