Paper Hearts In Jars
If my head caves in and my thoughts get shy
Call me on the phone
And if you get a dial-tone
Promise not to cry
Catch them in a jar or three
And find a way to get to me

I know how long a day can seem
But screw the lids on tight
I promise it will be alright
Just pretend it's all a dream
As you search for my paper heart
Don't forget to remember the start

The strings that hold me are very thin
Well that's what I believe
But I had my love sewn on my sleeve
And the sleeve was on my skin
The morning dew was late today
Does that mean that you might stay?