Sitting in your room all alone, In the corner of the castle furthest from the throne, You just got a package in the mail, A cd of a band from Fort Lauderbale,
You hear hoof steps in the hall, who on earth could that be?
did you lock your door? Well, I guess we’ll see.
There’s nothing worse than having, something that you love, but having to keep it from the world. There’s nothing worse than having, that something exposed, and the faces that they pull as it unfurls.
Sitting in the throne room all by yourself, When you notice dishes rumbling on the shelf, You set off through the castle ‘cause you have to find, the source of why your castle is shaking in time,
you step down the hall, are your ready for the beat?
Is it coming from behind her door? I guess we’ll have to see
There’s nothing worse than having, something that you love, but having to keep it from the world. There’s nothing worse than having, that something exposed, and the faces that they pull as it unfurls.