I've been searching for my dream
hundred times today
I build them up, you knock them down,
Like they were made of clay,

Then the [bad word] in
And washes my castles away.
Then I'm really not so sure
Which side of the bay I should lay,
I should lay...

You keep looking for someone
To tell your troubles to,
I'll sit down and lend an ear
Yet I hear nothing new.

Then the [bad word] in
And washes my castles away.
Then I'm really not so sure
Which side of the bed I should lay,
I should lay...

The [bad word] in
And washes my castles away.
Then I'm really not so sure
Which side of the grave I should lay,
I should lay...

Blackbird sitting in a tree
Observing what's below
Acorns falling to the ground,
He'll stay and watch them grow.