Puppet Store

The age of shallow waters

It’s like sailing in a drowning land

I’m so tired of wooden touch

Dusty smiles

They play everynight 

Same show

Different audience

 

I’ll paint the town

With a color you would like

And you’ll forget my name at breakfast

Please take everything you can

And leave me in my quiet life

Of a small appartment

 

Nice to meet you too

I hope I never see you

I think I’ve grown few years

Just tonight standing in your presence

Kiss kiss goodnight goodnight

 

So there’s actually something

Worse than being on your own

It’s looking at someone

And seeing everyone

I think I wrote you

And you erased me 

Couple of times

 

Hands in my hair

Every move planned

Hanging on the ropes

Like standing is an illusion

And I regret you

As our shadows get closer in dark

Game is wicked

You are the star

 

Looking at you this close

Feeling the breath on my shoulders

I am yours

Cause I don’t want to be mine

Kiss kiss, the last time

 

They keep them in a box

Chopped heads of the men

Waving behind glass

Move around while it lasts

 

What a shame I showed up

In a dress, without swords

He is a floating body

Drunk in lust

 

What a shame

I came to this puppet store

To see if there’s something

With a beating heart

I used to believe

Not just falling

But staying in love...