Let’s leave this place behind,
The little wealth we own.
There’s much to find,
The world has grown.
We can live in the sky,
Build our home on each cloud.
We can make thunder our lullaby,
Oh the freedom to sing out loud.
Above our cotton castle,
I shall draw you a constellation.
You’re more than a broken vessel,
Darling you’re my salvation.
You took my shattered pieces,
Turned them into stars.
Like rain you showered me with kisses,
Now faded are my scars.
So let’s leave this place behind,
Build castles out of cotton.
They say I’ve lost my mind,
But they’ll soon be forgotten.