There's a castle in her heartThe walls go up for milesThere's a towerYou can see everythingBut she shows you nothingYou can see everythingSee up to heavenAnd there's a couchBut the TV's somehow wrongNothing seems to fitEverything that's good is hidShe's the king in Wittgenstein's worldShe's the king in Wittgenstein's worldThere's a castleIn her heartWhere she keeps everything...ApartThe walls go up for milesThe walls go up for miles