Plastic Palace People

Over the rooftop sails Billy

A string tied to his underwear

Through cobbled stone streets a child races

And shouts, "Billy, come down from there"

"My mother's calling" his voice whimpers

A string clutched in his tiny hand

Not 'til I've seen the sky's not lit up

In tears, child try and understand

Don't pull the string

Don't bring me down

Don't make me land

Plastic palace people

Sing silent songs, they dream too long

Their memories just stare

Plastic palace Alice

She steals her cards tomorrow deals

With deafening despair

Hurry, you've got to get in line

Your nose might start to shine

And sweat it out and dance about

The whole eternal life

A harvest of stars surrounds Billy

The night clings to his happy eyes

A sleeping town square beneath a fountain

A child murmurs a weary sigh

My mother weeps and weaves her hair with worries

"Please, come down from there"

Plastic palace people

Through fields of clay and granite grey

They play without a sound

Plastic palace Alice

Blows gaping holes to store her fears

Inside her lovers head

Listen, they're laughing in the halls

They rip your face with lies

To buzzing eyes you cry for help

Like gods, their bark replies

Over the rooftops burns Billy

Balloon sadly the string descends

Searching its way down through

Blue submarine air

The polka dot underwear

To meet the trees

In morning square

Just hanging there

Just hanging there