About Castles, Pt. 2

I saw a whole empire bursting at night Going up to smoke And then blown away by a giant guy And then I saw the growing habits Replacing the dreams Of a shall-not-speak fifty years old man He's now hiding every night And he does ask for all the maps In every explorer shop he finds Which suits to wear For his mind and body to come along Anywhere He feels comfortable Yet the daylight seems like warm foam Ready to eat his night Youth may be a room, made to warm up our heads While the forgetful cold of a winter makeshift shed Wanders through the cracks Of the old vapoured oak I saw it burning in the dark In the dark Of newborn factories Sitting here like bookends Our past still glows As an old fashioned torch Coughing glimmers Under the reeks and smokes And Future starts now Behind the steamed-up window Of the house that's not anymore a home And Future, it starts now And the Water, does it remember? I saw a whole empire sitting on its own Standing always here Until the waves they turn it into foam Thumb up in the lying sea Hitching a ride What does the water remember If it's all been washed away? What does the water remember If it's all been washed away? What stories could tell the sea About castles living for a day? Could the sea tell us tales? What does the water remember? Which traces will remain?