Brick by boring brick
She lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find,
forgotten the taste and smell of the world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her.
The angels were all wrong now, she's ripping wings off of butterflies.
Keep your feet on the ground, when your head's in the clouds.
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,
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. ...