Lyrics:

All their dreams are paper crowns,
scraps of which thrown in the air fall down -
round the wind corner,
tumble down.
scatter by,
fall down.
My town.

Shadows sweep a tumbledown,
paper birds blown by the wind fall down -
round the wind corner,
tumble down,
scatter by,
fall down.
My town.

Birds havin a party when the sun goes down.
My town.