So I wipe away the tears,
that build up in your eyes.
think back all those years, the years that you subside.
And you say,
I can't see through this
Wax Paper Maché, so frail.
And I say,
If ever you might see me, you'll have to break free, from that shell
So steady yourself now,
I've got my hand on your shoulder I always will
And I...
As you face another year
You find it's begging you to say
& as your mask begins to smear, all your edges start to fray
And you say,
I can't see through this
Wax Paper Maché, so frail.
And I say,
If ever you might see me, you'll have to break free, from that shell
So steady yourself now,
I've got my hand on your shoulder I always will
So steady yourself now,
I've got my hand on your shoulder I always will
I always will.
And you say,
I can't see through this
Wax Paper Maché, so frail.
And I say,
If ever you might see me, you'll have to break free, from that shell
And you say,
I can't see through this
Wax Paper Maché
