You were building castles
I was drinking rain

You were dressed in velvet
I was in the dark

You kept on chain-smoking
I just wanted bread

At the height of fashion
I was almost dead

You were back home
And they had taken me away
To fulfil the quota

You were drinking champagne
And staying up late
I was chopping down trees
With an axe that I had made

You were living
I was nearly dead.