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