Kick them in the skyline Slap them into place The cards are all marked here For miles around the hearts are breaking Falling off the trees Gonna have to pay some boy to pick them up And tie them to the docks and cradle them to sleep in this wind I wouldn't Wake up on the porch Swimming from the heat Gonna have to face up now Stand up and cut out the paper man I wouldn't know why you'd do that, why you'd face it or if it's possible Somewhere overseas a blank omen Unlocks the bad man A torrid voice A malady Unable to hear itself and its alarming noise A lack of choice Embarra**ed to be the center of it Oh, can you bear this? On the set Unaware Un-asleep I know…wrong, but you can't see that and I can't tell you