Should we pay the toll For every black hole? Should we pay a fee Incessantly, obsessively? Should we pay to talk As we're eating chalk? But they can't make us pay, No not today, no not this way. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. Should we pay them back For every heart attack? Or should we wait and see depressingly, in a minor key? Should we pay up front? Should we be so blunt? I bet our check will bounce And drop in weight, with every ounce. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller. This world is made of paper. If we don't move they'll draw us smaller and smaller.