Testo Building Castles

Another typical day in this typical town
Dried up grass, three trees to every garage
And there's a weathered old man every ten houses down
His sun stroked eyes seem lost in fantasy

Another typical day in this typical town
Cars driving past create a waste of sound
And there's a weathered old man every ten houses down With a rusted barbecue and some old records inside

We're building castles, in the sky

It's not like we have a choice in the matter
We're dumbstruck, competing, fighting with our friends
Oh, perhaps it's all just mechanical
As we race to embrace another sunny afternoon

We're building castles