There’s a castle in the bay
Where the children go to play;
It’s made of salt water and sand
And teaches people how to stand.

There’s a marble house so bright
On the hills kissed by moonlight,
Where I’ve hid secrets and dreams
And where nothing’s as it seems.

There’s a hiding place of mine
Drowned in dew drops and white wine;
It finds me when I need the most
And I can’t tell which of us is the ghost.