He built himself a dream
Yet he still called out for more
You were there to watch his fall
From that pedestal
And first impressions
Aren't always what they seem
When you first appeared to him in a dream
That lemon sugar rim
Sure leaves a bittersweet harmony to sing
Call it the ballad of what you will
And of his misunderstanding
You said he wanted more than he would ever get
And yes he got more
More than he ever bargained for
So he lives life today
Knowing less is more in every way
Now that he can see that
So crystal clearly
And it is he that he has come to know
Now he don't stand on no
Pedestal
It lies broken with the scythe