******she lives in a fairy tale |
somewhere too far for us to find |
forgotten the taste and smell |
of the world that shes left behind |
its all about the exposure the lens i told her |
the angles were all wrong now |
shes ripping wings off of butterflies |
with her feet on the ground |
and her head in the clouds |
well go get your shovel |
and well dig a deep hole |
to bury the castle, bury the castle |
ba da ba da ba |
so one day he found her crying |
coiled up on the dirty ground |
her prince finally came to save her |
and the rest you can figure out |
but it was a trick |
and the clock struck 12 |
well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick |
or the wolves gonna blow it down |
with her feet on the ground |
and her head in the clouds |
well go get your shovel |
and well dig a deep hole |
to bury the castle, bury the castle |
well you built up a world of magic |
because your real life is tragic |
yeah you built up a world of magic |
if its not real |
you cant see it with your eyes |
you cant feel it with your heart |
and i wont believe it |
cause if its true |
you can see it with your eyes |
even in the dark |
and thats where i want to be, yeah |
go get your shovel |
well dig a deep hole |
to bury the castle, bury the castle |
ba da ba da ba... |