Paper Tigers
Adam Smith / Brooke Barrettsmith
It's not so far away
You can almost hear the violins in the breeze
But soon you realize
Oh surrounding you a storm is raging
Look around, don't you fear
Paper tigers are your enemy
I know they seem real
Stretch out your hands and feel
The wind against your fingertips
And know that help is here
Right here
I know that look in your eye
It's almost like you're too afraid to say a word
Speak
A shroud of apprehension
Oh surrounding you a silent symphony of worry