sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes

And I'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proof

That there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours just to ask God the question
"Is everyone here make believe?"
With a tear in His voice, he says "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing
To no one but me?
[You'll Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground /

I'll Be the Wings That Keep Your Heart in the Clouds
]