| Song | Paper Prince |
| Artist | Foy Vance |
| Album | Joy of Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm on my own again | |
| Though the sun still shines | |
| With no point, no language, no friends | |
| There's just the passing of time | |
| My plans are far too big | |
| The city way too small | |
| No one here I know by name | |
| That would come should I call | |
| A paper prince in a play-doh tower | |
| On the outskirts of town | |
| Everybody is looking up | |
| But I have to look down | |
| Old men in old cafés | |
| By the water's edge | |
| Playing chess almost every day | |
| Winning bets that were pledged | |
| A paper prince in a play-doh tower | |
| On the outskirts of town | |
| Everybody is looking up | |
| But I have to look down | |
| A paper princess in a far off land | |
| Turning love into gold | |
| By the sink now, she washes her hands | |
| Of the dreams that she sold |
| I' m on my own again | |
| Though the sun still shines | |
| With no point, no language, no friends | |
| There' s just the passing of time | |
| My plans are far too big | |
| The city way too small | |
| No one here I know by name | |
| That would come should I call | |
| A paper prince in a playdoh tower | |
| On the outskirts of town | |
| Everybody is looking up | |
| But I have to look down | |
| Old men in old cafe s | |
| By the water' s edge | |
| Playing chess almost every day | |
| Winning bets that were pledged | |
| A paper prince in a playdoh tower | |
| On the outskirts of town | |
| Everybody is looking up | |
| But I have to look down | |
| A paper princess in a far off land | |
| Turning love into gold | |
| By the sink now, she washes her hands | |
| Of the dreams that she sold |
| I' m on my own again | |
| Though the sun still shines | |
| With no point, no language, no friends | |
| There' s just the passing of time | |
| My plans are far too big | |
| The city way too small | |
| No one here I know by name | |
| That would come should I call | |
| A paper prince in a playdoh tower | |
| On the outskirts of town | |
| Everybody is looking up | |
| But I have to look down | |
| Old men in old café s | |
| By the water' s edge | |
| Playing chess almost every day | |
| Winning bets that were pledged | |
| A paper prince in a playdoh tower | |
| On the outskirts of town | |
| Everybody is looking up | |
| But I have to look down | |
| A paper princess in a far off land | |
| Turning love into gold | |
| By the sink now, she washes her hands | |
| Of the dreams that she sold |