paper-covered heart

I laid all of my feelings on the floor beside you and then packed them away in a suitcase made of old photographs. I walked for days until I came to a sea, a sea made of cotton fluff and cellophane, whereupon I jumped right in and kept on walking.
Your voice kept floating by, kissing my ears and fingertips, teasing me with things I swear I thought you said.

I laid my heart on the floor beside you. I wrapped it up in shiny paper that you tore right through. I ran for miles until I came to a place filled with snow; I put on my winter hat and kept on running. I've been running ever since I met you...

Now I never hear your voice floating by. Now I never feel your kisses on my ears and fingertips. In my hand I've got my suitcase made of old photographs and tucked in my jacket I've got my heart wrapped in shiny paper, brand new shiny paper, that you won't get your hands on.
I won't let you get your hands on my brand new shiny paper-covered heart. No I won't let you get your hands on my brand new heart.