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.