Paper mache’ 
And old balls of clay
To giving you the last of the wine

Ten pounds of silver
And value to wither
When the paint starts to chip after time

Blankets of velvet
And cold cotton helmets
To keep the war around

Tired bloodhounds
On merry-go-rounds
To keep you safe and sound

And the light is busy dancing through the darkness
Sleep tight, I’ll be here by your side, I promise
And the night isn’t there but you’re too scared to notice
Close your eyes, your last stop is the train you won’t miss
We’re all paper mache’ on old balls of clay in the end

Weights on the wheels 
Of a hanging mobile
Spinning over your crown

Pills on the desk
From an old treasure chest
Taste the same on the long way down

Sterilized memories
Collapsed in the chimney
And gas pouring out of the stove

The sunrise cuts
Through the trails of the dust
Clinging to your clothes

And the light is busy dancing through the darkness
Sleep tight, I’ll be here by your side, I promise
And the night isn’t there but you’re too scared to notice
Close your eyes, your last stop is the train you won’t miss
We’re all paper mache’ on old balls of clay in the end

Paper Mache

Self-taught folk-blues Americana singer/songwriter, who has been performing professionally since the age of 13. 
Influences: Don McLean, The Monkees, Elliott Smith, Ludo
Sounds like: Ray LaMontagne, Damien Rice, James Taylor

Paper Mache

Edward Hartline