Paper House

Knocking on my door
And you’re calling out my name
But you won’t come in til I let you in
Knocking on my door
You keep calling out my name
But you won’t come in until I say
To my
Paper house
To my
Paper house
To my
Paper house
Standing on my lawn
With the scissors in your hands
And you could come in where you’d like
Standing on my lawn
With the scissors in your hands
And you can come in where you’d like
To my
Paper house
To my
Paper house
To my
Paper house
Rain’s falling now
And soaking right through these walls
I can see the sun it’s shining
Rain’s falling now
And soaking right through these walls
I can see your form outside
Of my
Paper house
Of my
Paper house
I can see the sun it’s shining
And you can come in where you’d like
I can see your form outside
And you can come in where you’d like
And you can come in where you’d like
And you can come in where you’d like