Paper Cup

You always come up gold
Without having been told
Was I ever that young
Or was I always old?

You’re trying on new fits
I’m on the same old trip
But you know that I love it
And I can’t seem to quit

If I could just stand still (if I could just stand still)
Is it my will
Pulling me up this hill?
Searching for something real

Can we please back this up
Refill the paper cup
Until we’re all grown up
And we have had enough

If I could just stand still (if I could just stand still)
Is it my will
Pulling me up this hill?
Searching for something real

If I could just stand still (if I could just stand still)
Is it my will
Pulling me up this hill?
Searching for something real
Something real now

If I could just stand still (if I could just stand still)
Is it my will
Pulling me up this hill
Searching for something real