he says he looks in the mirror

and he can't tell anymore

who he really is and who they believe 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

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 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

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 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 a long way down



on and on and on he goes

dancing on the grave

of what he thought was still alive

hey on and on and on he goes

dancing in mansions made 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

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

(on and on and on he goes) of what he thought was still alive

and on and on and on he goes

dancing in mansions made of twigs

and castles made of sand