I stare at my creation, made them out of cardboard

The ceiling warps now, and it drips up a whole fountain

They care for me, adorning my garden

But nobody's ever home

They care for me, still nobody's daughter

I keep praying on a wishbone

Eating out of these plastic plates

Look for props in your surroundings

Slow dancing in a delusion

Life's hanging onto paper clips

Eating out of these plastic plates

Look for props in your surroundings

Slow dancing in a delusion

Life's hanging onto paper clips

They care for me, adorning my garden

But nobody's ever home

They care for me, still nobody's daughter

I keep praying on a wishbonе

On a wishbone, on a wishbone

I stare at my crеation, made them out of cardboard

The ceiling warps now, and it drips up a whole fountain