He sighs and looks in the mirror

And he can't tell anymore

Who he really is and who they believe him to be

And he sighs and walks a thin line

Between what is and what could be

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

And there was nothing there

And 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

On and on and on he goes

Dancing in mansions made of twigs

And castles made of sand





He sighs and 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 shows 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

And there was nothing there

And now it's a long way down





Cause he lives inside

Of fairy tales and castle lands

And there's room inside

For false expectations and illusions