
She lives in a fairy tale,
somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell
of a world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her.
The angles are all wrong now.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.
Keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds.
Well go get your shovel,
& we'll dig a deep hole
to bury the castle, bury the castle.
Go get your shovel,
& we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle.