Follow me, into nowhere

1 dic. 2009

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.

So 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, well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick or the wolves gonna blow it down.

Well you built up a world of magic because your real life is tragic, 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.