Paper Cut, Chinese Burn - Passenger

A paper cut and a Chinese burn

Is all that she left me

A door that won’t shut and a key that won’t turn

Is all that she left me

Well I tried, I tried, yeah, I really did try

I can’t get her out of my mind

Never before I’ve ever been sure

I’m sure, I’m sure this time

A spinning room and an aching head

Is all that she left me

An open wound and a string that won’t thread

Is all that she left me

Well I tried, I tried, I really did try

I can’t get her out of my mind

Never before I’ve ever been sure

But I’m sure, I’m sure this time