Paper Cut, Chinese Burn Passenger Paper cut and a Chinese burn
Is all that she left me
A door that won't shut and a keel won't turn
Is all that she left me

Well, I tried, I tried, yeah, I really did try
I can't get her out my mind
Never before have I ever been sure
I'm sure, I'm sure this time

Spinning room and an aching head
Is all that she left me
An open wound and a string that won't thread
Is all that she left me

Well, I tried, I tried, yeah, I really did try
I can't get her out my mind
Never before have I ever been sure
I'm sure, I'm sure this time