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~

ba da ba ba da ba ba da~

so one day he found her crying~ coiled up on the dirty ground~

her prince finally come to save her and the rest she can figure out~

but it was a trick and the clock struck twelve~

well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick or the wolf's gonna blow it down~