Slow Down at the Castle

Slow down at the castle Things to straighten in her head And she knows it's not a castle But that's what they've always said Shaded by the tower As she clambers to her seat With the ash of last night's party Clinging grimly to her feet Not for the first time She's made her bed Now she leaves that all behind And turns her mind to playful things instead Days spent making stories For the faces that pass by From the lonely tea shop owner To the misbehaving wife Now they're growing ever wilder As the people start to go Now she dreams that there's assassins Hiding in the woods below Not for the first time She's made her bed Now she leaves that all behind And turns her mind to playful things instead And she knows this must end As the long shadows start to blend She must be on her way