Foy Vance
paper prince live
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
- :
- The Wild Swan
- Joy Of Nothing
- Hope
- Watermelon Oranges
- Attic Jam
- Non-Album Releases
- Joy Of Nothing - The Single
- Upbeat Feelgood
- Burden
- Noam Chomsky Is A Soft Revolution
- Feel For Me
- She Burns
- Live At Bangor Abbey
- Janey
- Closed Hand, Full of Friends
- Acoustic 2014
- Bluesfest 2014
- Melrose EP
- Communion Records 2010-2013
- Be the Song