Joshua Thomas paper heart

Glad I went down to the harbor
The city you love
Though you're a stranger
I'm at ease
Glad that my heart is only paper
'Cause God it'd be hard
To wear this weight on my sleeve
And we drove a bit south
To see the pretty trees
And the moon above was blue
I could see it in you, too
Oh but it's evening now
And I gotta believe, I gotta believe
Glad that we both could see the stars shine
Even though I was on land
And you, the sea
Glad that my heart is only paper
'Cause God it'd be hard
To wear this weight on my sleeve
And we met years ago
Though I must have been a child
'Cause I would have kissed you then
And maybe we would be, still
Oh but it's evening now
And I gotta believe, I gotta believe
Or I'll never sleep