Paper Cups

She goes her own way, she goes her own way…
She’s getting old, I’m getting old too
But it’s all about me, and it’s all about you…
She lights a candle, and calls me over…
Sit down, she says to me
'cos I want to be a part, I don’t want to be apart…
So I’m picking up the paper cups the writing on the wall
Is getting dark in here, too dark to fall along the way
So I’m picking up the paper cups and the writing on the wall
Is getting dark in here, too dark to fall along the way…
She sings loudly, oh she makes me smile
When I’m down, she comes to me
'cos it’s all about me and it’s all about you…
Please take me home, 'cos I want to be home
Please take me home, 'cos I want to be home
With you…
Oh with you… it’s gonna be ok
I’m gonna be smiling today
It’s gonna be ok, I’m gonna be smiling today…
I’m gonna be smiling…
She lights a candle, she calls me over…
Oh sit down, she says to me…
'cos I want to be a part, I don’t want to be apart…