Well you think you had a good time  With the boy that you just met  Kicking sand from beach to beach  Your clothes all soaking wet  But if you look around and see  A shadow on the run  Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun    Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun    In the room where you've been sleeping  All your clothes all thrown about  Cigarettes burn window sills   Your meter's all run out  But then again its nothing  You just split when day is done  Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun    Standing in the cool of my room  Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume  Too much sun will burn!    When you're feeling tired and lonely  You see people going home  You can't make the train fare  Or the six pence for the phone  And icicles your crying   From your cheek have just begun  Dont be sad, good times are had  Beneath the paper sun    Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand  A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand  The boy who had given you so much fun  Has left you so cold in the paper sun