so you think you re having good times with the boy that you just met kicking sand from beach to beach your clothes are 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 are 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 hitching lifts to nowhere hung up on the paper sun standing in the cool of my room fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume 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 you re crying down your cheek have just begun don t be sad good times are had beneath the 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