I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn
I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream
And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles
They had the worst intentions all along after all...

(These polyeurophane people with the glass hearts)

The royal castle holds the land of drama kings and queens
And all their dazzling children; their so regal (so clean!)
With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears
And let their hair down 'til the audience leaves

I'm definitely shaking
the silence isn't breaking
backwashed and stranded memories
of something I thought could be