I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel 

A picture on a screen there sat you and me 

And i comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache 

I build a tower for you to portray 

You let go of my hand and acted like we never touched 

Like some harbour a ship never brushed 

I am the floor pile walk over me 

My light has grown tired paint over me 

All at once i just can't abide i fear 

On the cobble swims a king with a hearty smile