Pictures in an exhibition

I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles They had the worst intentions all along after all... The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queens And all their dazzling children; they're so regal (clean) With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears And let their hair down 'til the audiences leave I'm definitely shaking The silence isn't breaking Backwashed and stranded memories Of something i thought could be