foundations

build your dream castle out of sand

it's bound to get washed up anyway

dream your dreams out of last week

they're bound to have come up yesterday

if you want to give them flowers

make them paper ones you send

live your life a jigsaw

it goes back in the box

in the end

build your dream heart from plasticine

'cause you're putty in their hands

mould your ambition in concrete

'cause you'll only land in quicksand

carve your dough from play-dough

'cause they'll roll you into a ball

make your friends from lego

'cause lego makes a wall

'cause when you build big houses

the paintings get stolen

the devil says he's silver

when you know that he is golden

when papier mache heads make more sense

than the sun

giving teacher apples could be fun or dumb

build your planes from airfix

'cause you'll only lose the war

write your love letters on rice paper

at least you'll feed the poor

build your dream castle out of sand

it's bound to get washed up anyway

dream your dreams out of last week

they're bound to have come up yesterday