Paper Snow Silver Gold Songtext

it's gonna kill you in the end.
it's gonna kill you in the end anyway.

so what do you think you were when i found you?
if you can't remember it's okay,
the past will haunt you anyway.
every time you rest and think you'll have to pay.
the presence of you in my memory is an important point,
that's when i broke the clock's arms, legs, joints, said:
"so what are minutes, hours, years, i don't care
as long as you're here to drive with me into sunsets, sunrises, any cliché.
name it, i'll take it".

it's gonna kill you in the end anyway.

so what do you think we are made of,
paper or snow or silver or gold?
hell, i don't know and as long as it lasts it's not gonna show.
now any mistake is a trapdoor into time and we've been blind.
because that's what it makes us, that's how it breaks us, it's such a cliché. but name it, i'll take it.