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