Sugar Army
Building Castles
Another typical day in this typical townDried up grass, three trees to every garageAnd there's a weathered old man every ten houses downHis sun stroked eyes seem lost in fantasyAnother typical day in this typical townCars driving past create a waste of soundAnd there's a weathered old man every ten houses downWith a rusted barbecue and some old records insideWe're building castles, in the skyIt's not like we have a choice in the matterWe're dumbstruck, competing, fighting with our friendsOh, perhaps it's all just mechanicalAs we race to embrace another sunny afternoonWe're building castles
From Letras Mania