Lyrics
She s ripping wings off of butterflies, even in the dark Paramore, she lives in a fairy tale
we ll dig a deep hole
go get your shovel
And we ll dig a deep hole, even in the dark
and the clock struck 12
she s ripping wings off of butterflies
The angels were all wrong now, or the wolves gonna blow it down, or the wolves gonna blow it down
And the clock struck 12, well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick Brick, or the wolves gonna blow it down
the angels were all wrong now
Coiled up on the dirty ground, and the clock struck 12 Brick, well go get your shovel
But it was a trick, if it s not real Brick, somewhere too far for us to find
with her feet on the ground
and we ll dig a deep hole
Bury the castle, coiled up on the dirty ground
And her head in the clouds, and we ll dig a deep hole
And her head in the clouds, well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick Boring, forgotten the taste and smell
yeah you built up a world of magic
we ll dig a deep hole
And i won t believe it but if it s true, and her head in the clouds
go get your shovel
Go get your shovel, to bury the castle Paramore, coiled up on the dirty ground
And the clock struck 12, bury the castle Boring, bury the castle
With her feet on the ground, well go get your shovel
With her feet on the ground, and the rest you can figure out
we ll dig a deep hole
Even in the dark, if it s not real
bury the castle
or the wolves gonna blow it down
