Puppets

You can’t stop the sun
from going down

You can’t drain the ocean
with those million plans
It might sound obvious
but you live like you can

You can’t make the rules
no matter how good
and expect them to save the world
in your mother’s wound

‘Cause I tried oh I tried rhyme and reason made fools
In my head, on these strings, on my ceiling of angels
My fingers still bleeding
no one sees it but I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, I can feel it

Head in the cloud
but I can’t take a full breath with nothing in sight
Scorned at the knees
and I want to agree, but I want to be right
Faint is the gleam, and it’s starting to come back to me
that day in the field where we meet

Let’s bring down this man
and his electronic friend
They made evil hit the charts
They’re puppets in a game

And our hands are they tied
or holding the strings?
Do we fight in parades
or just let go of them

I thought you would know it
but I’m no longer hoping
Without really knowing,
this might just be the wisest I’ve ever been

Head in the clouds
but I can’t take a full breath with nothing in sight
Scorned at the knees
and I want to agree but I want to be right
Faint is the gleam
and it’s starting to come back to me
that day in the field where we meet

You won’t stop the sun
from going down