I'm on my own again
Though the sun still shines
With no point, no language, no friends
There's just the pa**ing of time
My plans are far too big
The city way too small
No one here I know by name
That would come should I call
A paper prince in a play-doh tower
On the outskirts of town
Everybody is looking up
But I have to look down
Old men in old cafés
By the water's edge
Playing chess almost every day
Winning bets that were pledged
A paper prince in a play-doh tower
On the outskirts of town
Everybody is looking up
But I have to look down
A paper princess in a far off land
Turning love into gold
By the sink now, she washes her hands
Of the dreams that she sold