Slow Down at the Castle - Saint Etienne

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