Текст песни Cosmic Fringes - Paul Weller

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