Paper skin from Paper Skin by Jonah Hirst

What is this elation Im feeling
You have filled me to the brim and now I am overflowing
And I marvel at myself and my endless gratitude
As I find myself thanking a god I don't believe in for you


Ive heard it called a miracle and Ive heard it called a sin
That I know what it is to be loved by a beautiful woman
You breathe life into this tired soul and I dont know what to do
As I find myself thanking a god I dont believe in for you

Oh my dear Ive found a brand new wind beneath my wings
Oh my love my heart is filled with only beautiful things
Oh my dear this traveler of a thousand miles has found his rest
Oh my love I know the miracle of hearing my
Loved ones heart beat swiftly in her chest
Oh my dear oh my love
Oh my dear my love love love
Oh my dear oh my love
Oh my dear my love love love

You have my paper skin beneath your hands
Treat it gently please
You have my thin glass heart within your hands
Treat it gently please
You have my wanting lips beneath your hands
Treat them gently please
You have my tired soul within your hands
Treat it gently please

Yeah

Oh my dear Ive found a brand new wind beneath my wings
Oh my love my heart is filled with only beautiful things
Oh my dear this traveler of a thousand miles has found his rest
Oh my love I know the miracle of hearing my
Loved ones heart beat swiftly in her chest
Oh my dear oh my love
Oh my dear my love love love
Oh my dear oh my love
Oh my dear my love love love

And I find myself thanking a god I dont believe in for you
And I find myself thanking a god I dont believe in for you

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk pop
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Ithaca