Castles ft. Ty Watling Lyrics

Forgive me son

There is no stash under the stairs

I leave no plot

For you to build an empire there

I wonder if you'll care

For what I'll leave behind

A will to sing for better times

Forgive me son,

I leave no watch with golden rims

The books I own

Won't teach you how to sail or swim

I have no yacht

But what I got I'll give to you

A will to pine for better news

Take this pen, take this shield

To slay the beast of stagnation

I have no castles to defend

But take the engines

Of my imagination

Forgive me son,

I have no house in Hampstead Heath

The songs I sang

Were only made to fuel my wings

I own a shore inside

Where thoughts would ebb and flow

I'll leave you that, it's all I know

Take this pen, take this shield

To Slay the beast of stagnation

I have no castles to defend

But take the engines

Of my imagination

Forgive me son

I leave no sports cars on the drive

Typewriters, Turntables bore truths that once kept me alive

These old machines may help you

Exorcize your mind

So you can leave your ghosts behind

Take this pen, take this shield

To Slay the beast of stagnation

I have no castles to defend

But take the engines

Of my imagination