Burning Paper in Folk Implosion

I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away
I knew I would, I would if I waited a day
It made me feel better, what I had to say
I knew it would - it did, but I waited.

I hardly bothered, though I laboured all day
I work so hard, there's no time left to please you
The day I decided I had nothing to say, I'll never learn
I'm burning all this paper away.

A rhythm in your walking tree
It's a tapestry of pride you're weaving
Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes,
I'm the man of the mess that greets you
Been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.

I think it's time you let me go
I'm too in love; let me go
I think it's time you let me go
I'm too in love.
I think it's time you let me go
I'm too in love; let me go...

A rhythm and you're walking true
It's a tapestry of pride you're weaving
Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes
I'm the man of the mess that greets you
Been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.

I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away
I knew I would, I would, if I waited a day
It made me feel better, but I have to say
I'll never learn, I'm burning all this paper away.

I'm burning all this paper away.
I'm burning all this paper.