Paper Houses Wes Reeve

In a cold winter snow
We were listening to the radio
You were young
I was old
And we don’t got nowhere to go

The river runs (river runs)
We were listening to the radio
The river runs (river runs), oh


My love
The sun don’t rise for us
The winds all turn to dust
And we’re waiting around
My love
The moon don’t set for us
We’re shackled here and rusting
In our paper houses


In a cold dim lit home
We were gеtting good at letting go
I was young
You were old
And wе’re just learning as we go