You're still my bad habit, &I'm still an addict ~

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.
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.

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.


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

If it's not real you can't hold it in your hand, you can't feel it with your heart and I won't believe it.
But if it's true you can see it with your eyes, or even in the dark, and that's where I want to be.

Go get your shovel, We'll dig a deep hole to bury the castle, bury the castle