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