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