歌词
(Verse 1)
In a tower of dreams, she resides, aloof,
Her standards aloft, like her tower's roof.
Not a prince, nor a king could match her demands,
With desires more vast than the stars or sands.
(Chorus)
Higher than the princess on her fabled pea,
In her castle of clouds, no solace, no glee.
No jewel bright enough, no feast divine,
In her realm of dreams, no true sun can shine.
(Verse 2)
Every banquet a flaw, every rose too dim,
In her eyes, perfection’s a fleeting whim.
The world's rarest jewels, in her hands turn plain,
Not a pleasure found, just lingering pain.
(Chorus)
Higher than the princess on her fabled pea,
In her castle of clouds, no solace, no glee.
No jewel bright enough, no feast divine,
In her realm of dreams, no true sun can shine.
(Verse 3)
A palace of ice, yet she feels the cold,
No story of love leaves her heart consoled.
She seeks a perfection that can't be found,
In a sea of critics, she wears the crown.
(Verse 4)
Her gaze cuts through diamonds, her whisper's a gale,
In her court of judgment, the mighty fail.
A queen in her realm of eternal frost,
Where hearts grow weary and dreams are lost.
(Chorus)
Higher than the princess on her fabled pea,
In her castle of clouds, no solace, no glee.
No jewel bright enough, no feast divine,
In her realm of dreams, no true sun can shine.
(Bridge)
Could a heart of stone yet learn to feel,
Bound by chains of gold, yet none to heal?
Whispers of a softer path to tread,
Echo in the chambers of her head.
(Verse 5)
From a child, she was taught to reign supreme,
Never settle less than a dreamer's dream.
Each lesson carved deep in her regal mind,
In pursuit of a prize that's too refined.
(Verse 6)
She dances alone in her hall of glass,
Mirrors reflecting the beauty that'll pass.
A symphony plays, yet she hears no tune,
Under the cold watch of a silent moon.
(Chorus)
Higher than the princess on her fabled pea,
In her castle of clouds, no solace, no glee.
No jewel bright enough, no feast divine,
In her realm of dreams, no true sun can shine.
(Outro)
Yet in her eyes, a glimmer, a spark unseen,
Might there lie a hope, where warmth can glean?
For even she, in her tower so tall,
Yearns for a love to catch her should she fall.
