We’re the kings and queens of our stories.We build castles made of our dreams.This castles that we create are made of sand and a breeze can blow them away.
We’re the kings and queen of our nothing and the little shards of our dreams. We can’t run away from the pieces of our lost stories, of our broken dreams.
We’re kings and queens of our disaster, of the foolish choises we made
Because with all those things we’ll form a castle of bricks