Lifehouse

He says he looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believed him to be
And he says he walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be
and 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
There was nothing there
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 (Hey)
and on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
and castles made of sand
He says his head is filled up 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 show's 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
There was nothing there
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 (Hey)
and on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
and castles made of sand
Cause he lives inside
of fairy tales and castles now
and there's no room inside
for false expectations and illusions
There's a crack in his plastic crown
and his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
Now it's a long way down
It's along way down
Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
and on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
and castles made of sand
Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
and on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
and castles made of sand
Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
(Cause on and on and on he goes) of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
and on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
and castles made of sand