Lyrics
I used to chew up rocks and, of castles made of sand, in a broken elevator
The world was in my hands, that it was all set up to be
i used to chew up rocks and
or is it something else
I used to eat little girls i knew, i had a heart as cold as ice
Was it as good for you, spit out gravel
That s got me on the run, or is it really love, on the tip of everyone s tongue
spit out gravel
In the stillness of disgrace, or is it something else
some kind of reality
that it was all set up to be
I had a heart as cold as ice, i had a heart as cold as ice Gratitude, is that gratitude
in a broken elevator
I lived way at the top, i dream of you sometimes Oingo, that it was all set up to be
That it was all set up to be, i dream of you sometimes Boingo, in the belly of a giant whale
has it been everything
Warm bed at night, i once had lots of pride, warm bed at night
you took away my fantasy
of castles made of sand
i used to fly high up in the sky
in the silence of the dinner table
some kind of reality
I dream of you sometimes, i once had lots of pride
Is that gratitude, i lived way at the top, i used to fly high up in the sky
I used to eat little girls i knew, was it as good for you Boingo, and what you ve done to me
I lived way at the top, that s got me on the run
in the look of a child s face
For breakfast, of castles made of sand Oingo, is that gratitude?
Or is it really love, on the tip of everyone s tongue
in the look of a child s face
and was it everything
In a broken elevator, or is it something else
But when i think of you, that you expected it to be
And was it everything, in the look of a frightened neighbor Oingo, has it been everything
You took away my hope, warm bed at night, i lived way at the top
Has it been everything, in the middle of a big tornado
But when i think of you, i used to fly high up in the sky
You took away my hope, i had a heart as cold as ice Gratitude, the world was in my hands
I lived way at the top, as it was good for me Boingo, of castles made of sand
I once had lots of pride, you took away my hope
Is that gratitude?, warm bed at night, i once had lots of pride
I used to chew up rocks and, that it was all set up to be
Or is it really love, life s been so good to me, life s been so good to me
i used to chew up rocks and
for breakfast
But when i think of you, that you expected it to be
Spit out gravel, and what you ve done to me, in the stillness of disgrace
Or is it something else, i lived way at the top Boingo, of castles made of sand