Labyrinthe privé, merveille du monde.

viernes, 8 de abril de 2011

Brick by boring brick.

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, bury the castle.
Well go ! get your shovel.
And we'll dig a deep hole.
To bury the castle, 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 home brick by boring brick,
or the wolf's gonna blow it down.

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.
Well 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 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,
Oh even in the dark.
And that's where I want to be, yeah.

Well go ! get your shovel,
and we'll dig a deep hole.
To bury the castle, bury the castle.
Well go ! get your shovel.
And we'll dig a deep hole.
To bury the castle, bury the castle.





[ Construiste un mundo de magia, porque tu vida real es trágica.
Si no es real, no puedes agarrarlo con tus manos, no puedes sentirlo con tu corazón.
Y no lo creeré.
Pero si es real, puedes verlo con tus ojos. Oh, aún en la oscuridad.
Y allí es donde quiero estar. ]

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