I'm on my own againThough the sun still shinesWith no point, no language, no friendsThere's just the passing of timeMy plans are far too bigThe city way too smallNo one here I know by nameThat would come should I callA paper prince in a play-doh towerOn the outskirts of townEverybody is looking upBut I have to look downOld men in old cafésBy the water's edgePlaying chess almost every dayWinning bets that were pledgedA paper prince in a play-doh towerOn the outskirts of townEverybody is looking upBut I have to look downA paper princess in a far off landTurning love into goldBy the sink now, she washes her handsOf the dreams that she sold
