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 till 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 they 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