She lives in a fairy tale 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 angles were all wrong now, she's ripping wings off of butterflies. With her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds, well go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle, bury the castle. So one day he found her crying coiled up on the dirty ground. Her prince finally come to save her, and the rest you can figure out, but it was a trick.. and the clock struck twelve, well, make sure to build your house brick by boring brick or the wolfes gonna blow it down. With her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds. Well, go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole to bury the castle, bury the castle. Well you built up a world of magic, 'cause your real life is tragic. Yeah. You built up a world of magic. If it's not real. You can't see it with your eyes, you can't feel it with your heart. And I won't believe it, 'cause if it's true. You can see it with your eyes, even in the dark. And that's where I want to be, yeah.