The Land of Himmaphan

There once lived a boy with a painted foerhead
He took a stroll through the haunted forest
Wanting to find the enchanted castle

It's not a it 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 fairy tale

Meanwhile back in the misty meadow

He found the path from an eloquent sparrow
Afraid of this 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 fairy tale
So dance where you're wild
Be a child in your 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 fairy tale
So dance where you're wild you're a child
Your imagination
Run with the wind
You're the king of your own creation

Dance on the grave of your dreams

It's not a fairy tale