Cosmic Fringes - Paul Weller, Pet Shop Boys

I’ve come undone

It’s too late to fix it

I just exist… on my own

On my own

I’m a real gone kid

So-phisticated

I can’t believe my luck

When I see him in the mirror

I’m not societies problem

I’m entirely home-grown

I’m not a product of anything

I’ve never been or felt so at home

Home

I’ll glisten in the moonlight

I can light up my load

And all across the sky

I will explode… on my own

on my own

A baby waiting to be born

A sheep that’s ready to be shorn

I’m a king in deathly throes

A lazy cock that never crows

An empty book that’s leather bound

I’m a lost cause, never found

I’m not a product of anywhere

I’m entirely own grown

I’m on the cosmic fringes

I’ve never been or felt so at home

I’m a sleeping giant

Waiting to awake

Stumble to the fridge

And back to bed again