Tekstovi: Lifehouse. Fairytales and Castles.

He sighs and looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believe him to be
And he sighs and walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be
He's getting closer
To something he can't understand


Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
And there was nothing there
And now it's a long way down


Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive
On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand


He sighs and his head is filled with
Cartoons and fairy tales
And 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
And chains that look like jewelry


Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
And there was nothing there
And now it's a long way down


Cause he lives inside
Of fairy tales and castle lands
And there's room inside
For false expectations and illusions