Dust off the old paper man
Pick up
Find his detail
Her hair
Her hands
Wait
She understands
Her pose
Pixie face
And white closed hands
Never sorry to say it again
Cursed mouth
Never a frown
The way man created
Oh no
Like a loose end
Oh no
Like a loose end
Born again
As ten thousand end
Dark falling behind
Feel the way
To the modern days
Each time is day
Oh no
Like a loose end
Oh no
Like a loose end
Curses on purses
It fades away
There's something I knew
I saw it
Oh no
Like a loose end
Oh no
Like a loose end
Like a loose end