Puppet Strings - 9811

Don’t see eye to eye so why even try?

Something clouds your vision in the corner of your eye

So I misunderstand.

Over again I see that you wanna be

The one who pulls on my puppet strings but strings

Don’t make me dance no more

Strings fall to the floor

Candlesticks and bonded wrists

Don’t make me dance no more

Something that you’re selling is something I won’t buy

Miscommunication is the key to our demise

Why do you want to sing my praises?

Do you want to save my soul?

Is your inner child tainted?

Do you want to be in control?

Stella, a stella, a stella to me

Stella, Stella, Stella, do me