She lives in a fairytale
somewhere too far for
us to find. Forgotten the
taste and smelle of a
world that she's left
behind.

Its all about the exposure
of lens I told her. The
angles are all wrong now
she's ripping wings off of
butterflies.

Keep your feet on the ground.
While your heads in the
clouds.
Well, go get your shovel.
And we'll dig a deep hole.
To bury the castle, bury the
castle. Go get your shovel
and we'll dig a deep hole,
We'll bury the castle. Bury
the castle.

Ba, da, da, da, da
da, da, da.

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 twelve
we'll make sure. To build a
house brick by boring brick
or the Wolfs gonna blow it
down.