everything moves in slow motion
and we'll be carried out dead before we leave on our own
and it seems like the trees will overgrow and bury this place down
soon everything will be surfacing
and the bodies will float
and the truth will be told

we are all beautiful
and we've all fallen apart.

and you see perfection, dead as the leaves
and everything falls apart . . .

Lyrics submitted by MooWasHere

Paper Bag song meanings
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