Paper Mansions

Don't build for me, no paper mansions
That only stand, until you've gone
You paint the nastiest futures of anyone I know
You always leave me holding on to pretty words that glow

You've built a thousand mansions
Out of dreams that seem so strong
But they're always made of paper
Not of stone

Don't build for me, no paper mansions
That I can never call my own
For love can't live in paper mansions
That only stand, until you've gone

You've always been a dreamer, dear
And I'm a dreamer too
But I guess, I've had too many of the kind
That don't come true