Folding bed sheets on my ownnI am the bedouin leadernI am the white-mantled kingnFolding bed sheets on my ownnI am the one who just said he doesn't need hernI am the one who decides when and if to do anythingnnIn the vast space of my homenNo one's left me, I'm just alonenSo now you're hanging with that pale, simple crowdnYou go on do thatnnI stay here to save the chateaunFrom burning down, falling over, sinking into the swampnnFolding bed sheets on my ownnI am the bedouin leadernI am the white-mantled kingnFolding bed sheets on my ownnI am the one who just said he doesn't need hernI am the one who decides when and if to do anythingnnIn the vast space of my homenNo one's left me, I'm just alonenSandbox games with that pale, simple crowdnYou go on do thatnnI stay here to save the chateaunFrom burning down, falling over, sinking into the swampnI'm here biding my timenThere will be people in linenTo praise the things I've done