He says he looks in the mirror,
& he can't tell anymore
Who he really is,
& who they believe him to be.
& he says he walks a thin line,
Between what is & what could be.
& he's getting closer to something he can understand
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown,
& his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
& now it's a long way down.
'Cause on & on & on he goes dancing on the grave,
Of what he thought was still alive.
On & on & on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs,
& castles made of sand.
He says his head is filled with,
Cartoons fairy tales.
He's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls,
With smiles on their faces.
He's built a pretty cage.
His shows on a beautiful stage,
With candy coated prison bars,
& chains that look like jewelry.
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown,
& his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down.
'Cause on & on & on he goes dancing on the grave,
Of what he thought was still alive.
On & on & on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs,
& castles made of sand.
'Cause he lives inside of fairy tales & castles now.
& there's room inside for false expectations & illusions.
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown,
& his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down.
It's a long way down.
On & on & on he goes dancing on the grave,
Of what he thought was still alive.
On & on & on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs,
& castles made of sand.
'Cause on & on & on he goes dancing on the grave,
Of what he thought was still alive.
On & on & on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs,
& castles made of sand.
'Cause on & on & on he goes dancing on the grave,
Of what he thought was still alive.
On & on & on he goes dancing in mansions made of twigs,
& castles made of sand.
