Paperweight

Paperweight
(Difford/Hewerdine)

I looked into a paperweight
And what I saw inside
Were all these people playing songs
Guitars all amplified
And boys on crystal bicycles
And Girls on treacle swings
People tripping on the words
That everybody sings

I looked into a paper weight
And there I saw a clown
With tears upon his little face
His make-up rolling down
I saw him singing from a wound
With peanut butter blood
I managed him with tenderness
And cashmere gloves
I took him all the way
Through all the ups and downs
I took him all the way
Kept him from the milling crowds
I signed his life away

I wasn’t Brian Epstein
Nor was I Peter Grant
I flirted with the fame
Turned up on each red carpet
And took all his awards
Every after party we could not afford

I looked into a paperweight
Where tiny violins
Were playing in an orchestra
With me there in the wings
And on the mountain I could see
His name up there in lights
And so we left the band behind
And reached for dizzy heights
I took him all the way
Through all the ups and downs
I took him all the way
Kept him from the milling crowds
I signed his life away

Paperweight
Paperweight