Castles, all made of sand
Little kingdoms bound to end
Proper ghosts up in the sky
'Til the blood in my heart's cold
'Til my bones are centuries old
Tell the big man he can write that shit in stone
Both got one hand on the wheel
Singing, belting to the pines
You make my life worth living, I
Proper ghosts up in the sky (I'll be lovin' you)
'Til the blood in my heart's cold
'Til my bones are centuries old
Tell the big man he can write that shit in stone
Darling, darling, oh, my soul
I swear to god I won't let you go
'Til there's a million tree rings in my bones
Darling, darling, oh, my soul
I swear to god I won't let you go
Tell him he can write that shit in stone
Proper ghosts up in the sky (I'll be lovin' you)
'Til the blood in my heart's cold
'Til my bones are centuries old
Tell the big man he can write that shit in stone