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