The Baron Lyrics

Will you build me a sandcastle

High, highest that it can go

It'll curl like a tentacle

High, winding up to the sun like smoke

And you'll arrive on your pedestal

High, highest that it can go

And you're right, I was wrong to go

Out, out without my winter coat

Maybe the baron will bow to you, laughing

Hold you in his sunken gaze

Scribbles in scarlet, crackle of parchment

Crest of your family's name

Some of the words blotted out by a smudge

Some of them bottled and saved

Crated in boxes shipped out to the sea

To arrive at the baron's estate

The thrum of a low whistle

Close, closer than you could know

And you're right, I was wrong to go

Out, out when I'm all alone

So you'll offer your pentacle

On, on and off, on you go

You're a right, a right spectacle

Hot, hot as the sun, hot as smoke

Maybe the baron will bow to you, laughing

Ask for the flowers you grew

Were they the ones fashioned into a crown

Or crushed under your snappy shoes

Gather them all, a gift for the baron

Watch as they wilt in his hand

And so it is you, so it is your mother

So it is every man