I've got a story about a boy And I'm gonna put it in the papers He's got a story about this girl That flies through the air like a feather Here's an account of a day in his life He stands on a street in a city Observing the folks passing by in the blink of an eye His polariods look worse in black and white So when he takes them out to dry He paints her hair in red and gold I've got a story about a boy And I'm gonna put it in the papers Entranced with the image of the perfect girl That runs like a deer through the meadows He stands on the street when the day's at an end And tears are caressing his cheek He sleeps on the sidewalk and dreams she is lying in his arms His polaroids look worse in black and white So when he takes them out to dry He paints her smiling As she flies towards the ocean like a bird And as he's leaping off the edge in his pursuit He's chasing butterflies and falls into the sea