Paper Thin Walls

I hear the coffee cup hit the saucer next door.

I hear your footsteps pacing across the floor. 4 am in

the city, the street lights are dim. I know you're crying over her

or maybe over him. I'm just a stranger on the other

side of the paint. Living with secrets, living like a saint.

Paper thin walls, but an ocean between us. Two lonely ghosts

in a crowded arena. I wanna knock and ask if you're okay,

but I don't know what a stranger should say. So I'll play a soft record