cotton fields and candy there's nothing like the pit i was talking to some children they think
there's real magic out there when do we lose our ability to laugh and come to a knowing that
there's medicine in that the monsters and their tales the wolf and the red
reminds me of a promise
telling me the monsters really are the fairy tale you see
and to wish upon the star it only works if you believe
i chip away at diamonds through the rubble and the rubble
of wondering when good will be
when good will be good enough
trying to prove a point but the point's been missed
kinda like this sports team i was the last pit king
i wish
and find the kind of comfort that a little girl should
the monsters and their tales the wolf in the red hood
reminds me of a promise
i would make it if i could
i wish i could speak in a way that's understood and find the kind of comfort that a little girl should

tell me the monsters really are the fairy tale you see
and to wish upon the star it only works if you believe
i chip away at diamonds through the rubble and the rubble
and wondering when good will be
i wish upon the star it only works if you believe
when good will be good enough
when cotton fields and candy and the laughs of children leave
we're left with being grown up and somehow reality
turns into a test and we can only win
when good will be good enough
if we live up to the people we put on pedestal like things
the monsters and their tales the beasts and the bell
i'll make a promise cause i owe it to myself
tell all the monsters to stay in their story
and wish upon the star because i believe
i chip away at diamonds through the rubble and the rubble
and wondering when good will be
when good will be good enough
i chip away at diamonds through the rubble and the rubble
and wondering when good will be good enough