Paper Roses

She belongs on silver screens A thousand miles out of reach This perfection should be far away from me And she weren't made like you or me Pulled out of Renaissance dreams Sistine Madonna of our century So I'll fall down at her door with 100 paper roses They won't die, you'll forget that they're imperfect Scattered on my floor, 3am and I'm still folding Cause I'm a fool And you've got me in my room, falling out of love with love I was different before you, I never used to ask too much Of God or the Angels, when you were just a stranger But since I fell down I'm sending prayers up Rumour has it Van Gogh's starry night Was painted deep within her eyes Her beauty is a canvas for all time She's timelessly temperate Intelligent I'm made for her I know So I'll fall down at her door with 100 lyric poems Trying to find 100 other words for perfect Put them on your wall, and when you forget your worth You remember I wrote these for you And you've got me in my room, falling out of love with love I was different before you, I never used to ask too much Of God or the Angels, when you were just a stranger But since I fell down I'm sending prayers up But you can stand here on the bridges that I'm building For when I'm far away Until your paper roses are wilting My heart will stay the same I'm locked away in my bedroom Just wishing I could say Things how I sing them But I'll keep singing And you've got me in my room Falling out of love with love I was different before you I never used to ask too much Of God or the Angels When you were just a stranger But since I fell down Since I fell down Since I fell down Since I fell down Since I fell down Since I fell down I'm sending prayers up