Marrionetes dancing on the tune of drums
Bouncing, leaping and tripping down
Pulled by strings they're bound so tight
Waiting for the pupeteer to give them some light
Puppets moving with the flow of the ties
Restricted they are, but with direction they stride
Freedom dosent feel like heaven this time around
Knowing that on the other end there's a hand arms to land
Waiting for our strings to tangle
Moving and moving
Even without a beat there's no stopping
Moving and moving till the end im still moving
I am a puppet waiting to be found
Following the strings without a knot or a run
May the pupeteer lead me on
To the strings tied on your hand
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
Marrionetes dancing on the tune of drums
Bouncing, leaping and tripping down
Pulled by strings they're bound so tight
Waiting for the pupeteer to give them some light
Puppets moving with the flow of the ties
Restricted they are, but with direction they stride
Freedom dosent feel like heaven this time around
Knowing that on the other end there's a hand arms to land
Waiting for our strings to tangle
Moving and moving
Even without a beat there's no stopping
Moving and moving till the end im still moving
I am a puppet waiting to be found
Following the strings without a knot or a run
May the pupeteer lead me on
To the strings tied on your hand
