There's a castle in her heart

The walls go up for miles

There's a tower

You can see everything

But she shows you nothing

You can see everything

See up to heaven

And there's a couch

But the TV's somehow wrong

Nothing seems to fit

Everything that's good is hid

She's the king in Wittgenstein's world

She's the king in Wittgenstein's world

There's a castle

In her heart

Where she keeps everything...

Apart

The walls go up for miles

The walls go up for miles