There once lived a boy with a painted forehead
He took a stroll through the haunted forest
Wanting to find the enchanted castle
Afraid of his fate and the creepy crawlies
It's not a it's not a a fairytale
Dance with the wild
you're a child your imagination
Run with the wind you're a king
of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
Meanwhile back in the misty meadow
He found the path from an eloquent sparrow
Afraid of his fate and the creepy crawlies
Takes out his brush, paints a different story
It's not a it's not a a fairytale
Dance with the wild
you're a child your imagination
Run with the wind you're a king
of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
So dance where you're wild
be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind
you're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
Dance where you're wild
be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind
you're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
So dance with the wild
you're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind
you're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale