she lives in a fairytale,
somewhere to far for us to find,
forgotten the taste and smell,
of the world that she's left behind,
its all about the exposure the lens i told her.

the angles were 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,
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 ba da ba ba da.

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 12.

well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick,
or the wolves gonna blow it down,
with her feet on the ground,
and her heads in the clouds.

well 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.

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

if its not real,
you can't see it with your eyes,
you can't feel it with your heart,
and i won't believe it.

but if its true,
you can see with your eyes,
or even in the dark,
and that's where i want to be, yeah

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 castle

ba da ba ba da ba ba da....


brick by boring brick- paramore

Love, Laksh
:)