Paper Crowns

Velvet curtains, golden throne,
You carved a kingdom out of borrowed stone.
Bought the applause, rehearsed the smile,
Standing so high upon a crooked mile.
You wear the titles like a shield,

Forgettin' who owns the battlefield.

Oh, your breath is just a fading spark,
Playing king inside a hollow dark.

Paper crowns in a paper town,
Waiting for the rain to melt you down.
You think you’re untouchable up so high,
Just a gust of wind against a painted sky.
Oh-oh, fragile things,
Look at the throne that a lie can bring.

Guarded whispers, velvet walls,
Trying to muffle how the heavy truth falls.
Every favor, every string you pulled,
Just a magic trick to keep the masses lulled.
We see right through the shimmering gloss,

Oh, your breath is just a fading spark,
Playing king inside a hollow dark.

Paper crowns in a paper town,
Waiting for the rain to melt you down.
You think you’re untouchable up so high,
Just a gust of wind against a painted sky.
Oh-oh, fragile things,
Look at the throne that a lie can bring.

A gentle breeze, a quiet dawn,
And all your magic mirror tricks are gone.
No thunder needed, just a drop of truth,
To wash away the ego of your borrowed youth.
Yeah... just a little rain.

Paper crowns in a paper town,
Waiting for the rain to melt you down.
You think you’re untouchable up so high,
Just a gust of wind against a painted sky.
Oh-oh, fragile things,
Look at the throne that a lie can bring.