she's trapped inside her room

with reruns on the screen

old books and movies

but she can't stop thinking

i'm torn between myself

my radio my friends

i want to write this one off over and over again

and then she looked at me to scream

"my castles are falling"

but i can't look into the street

without everything changing



i want to read good news

i want to be innocent again

i want to read good news

but nothing good is happening



she waits all day

she stands a stranger in her skin

she moves the science with her hands

she lines her walls

with every paper she can see

these words consume her

but they never set her free

and then she looked at me to scream

"my castles are falling"

but i can't look into the street

without everything changing



i want to read good news

i want to be innocent again

i want to read good news

but nothing good is happening



i want to read good news

i want to be a little kid again

i want to read good news

but nothing good is happening

i want to read good news

i want to go to sleep at night again

i want to read good news

but nothing good is happening