On the table there are pictures
And they're scattered every which way
I keep looking for the right one
For the best one of you and me
I go downtown in the evening
After the nice stores catch the tourists
I go search for just the right frame
For the picture of you and me
Paper and glass is all I have
What's left of you and me
Paper and glass inside a frame
So I find one and I buy it
And it shimmers like the stars
I will put it by my bedside
And I will kiss it every single night
Paper and glass is all I have
What's left of you and me
Paper and glass inside a frame
I feel the cold of the glass upon my lips
And I know I'm always gonna feel like this
Paper and glass is all I have
What's left of you and me
Paper and glass inside a frame
