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 fairy tale
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 fairy tale
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 fairy tale
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 fairy tale