Paper Hands - Owel

One day when we both grow old

I will sit you by the kitchen sink

And wash your paper hair with paper hands

And while you’ll stay a younger soul

You will feel the weight of weathered bones

And while I dread my own, I’ll carry yours alone

'Cause I feel it always

Yeah, I feel it always

When the world is through with us

Leaving us behind in a cloud of dust

I won’t be through with you

I won’t be through

'Cause I feel it always

Yeah, I feel it always

One day when we both grow old

I will sit you by the kitchen sink