You showed up late With blood on your sleeve Asked me about The red on the moon baby, Take a seat right here We can chase those strange thoughts Till the moon glows clear blood on my blade Hold it up high Paper cut moon Right by my eye Tell me your dream I’ll tell you mine (mine) Paper cut moon Slay one more night There’s a ticket stub In your back pocket Folded up tight Like a secret locket You slay too fast Then you go still Like you’re waiting on Some bigger thrill Paper cut moon Hold it up high Paper cut moon Right by my eye Tell me your dream I’ll tell you mine (mine) Paper cut moon Slay one more night We don’t need a map We don’t need a name Just your crooked grin And that paper flame If the screams go loud We can drink in tune Two cheap cups of rye And a red moon Paper cut moon Hold it up high Paper cut moon Right by my eye Tell me your dream I’ll tell you mine (mine) Paper cut moon Slay one more night
