The Puppet Has Cut His Strings
They pulled the stars down one by one
Hauled up the moon to shine upon
A velvet curtain rising
Now her puppet has cut his strings
The footlights glare
The trumpets blare
Why is your face drawn on so glum, old chum
Paintbrush dragging on a drum
The rim shot on the punch line that you fumbled
The crowd went home and left you
For dead
My old wooden head
Took the thimble and the thread
Choked back tears like a cymbal
The breath is slow and shallow too
The sky is bright Venetian blue
The cardboard sun is all ablaze
The air is painted Clifford Brown
Caressing "Yesterdays"
The steady gaze of your glass eye
Head in a basket smiling still
Free of will, free of wisdom
Can't feel my fingers anymore
Can't raise my hand and ask for more
Dance my doll across the floor
Or fire a flag from a pistol
("Bang")
They pulled the stars down one by one
Hauled up the moon to wish upon
The puppet finally cut his strings
And free at last from earthly things
He's dancing on the ceiling
With a showgirl in a feather dress
Time is meaningless
We carried you on buckled limbs
Through mournful airs and martyrs hymns
Then one blue and one more yellow pill
One keeps you quiet
One keeps you still
You sang "The Way You Looked Tonight"
Your voice is ringing true and clear
Then you wore them down like candlelight
And in the darkness
You'd best beware
And in the darkness
You'd best beware
You'd best beware
You'd best beware
I used to love him
When I used to care
Canopy
Satin trim
Slowly closing
The puppet has cut his strings
The Puppet Has Cut His StringsLRC歌词
[00:02.73]They pulled the stars down one by one
[00:09.46]Hauled up the moon to shine upon
[00:15.57]A velvet curtain rising
[00:22.96]Now her puppet has cut his strings
[00:29.63]The footlights glare
[00:31.64]The trumpets blare
[00:36.24]Why is your face drawn on so glum, old chum
[00:42.90]Paintbrush dragging on a drum
[00:49.50]The rim shot on the punch line that you fumbled
[00:56.22]The crowd went home and left you
[01:02.71]For dead
[01:04.26]My old wooden head
[01:09.72]Took the thimble and the thread
[01:15.68]Choked back tears like a cymbal
[01:22.44]The breath is slow and shallow too
[01:28.78]The sky is bright Venetian blue
[01:35.68]The cardboard sun is all ablaze
[01:42.20]The air is painted Clifford Brown
[01:48.95]Caressing "Yesterdays"
[01:55.25]The steady gaze of your glass eye
[02:01.69]Head in a basket smiling still
[02:07.81]Free of will, free of wisdom
[02:14.77]Can't feel my fingers anymore
[02:21.46]Can't raise my hand and ask for more
[02:27.55]Dance my doll across the floor
[02:34.32]Or fire a flag from a pistol
[02:39.09]("Bang")
[02:41.02]They pulled the stars down one by one
[02:47.44]Hauled up the moon to wish upon
[02:53.88]The puppet finally cut his strings
[03:00.17]And free at last from earthly things
[03:06.78]He's dancing on the ceiling
[03:13.03]With a showgirl in a feather dress
[03:19.12]Time is meaningless
[03:25.71]We carried you on buckled limbs
[03:32.25]Through mournful airs and martyrs hymns
[03:38.46]Then one blue and one more yellow pill
[03:44.65]One keeps you quiet
[03:46.35]One keeps you still
[03:50.98]You sang "The Way You Looked Tonight"
[03:57.31]Your voice is ringing true and clear
[04:03.70]Then you wore them down like candlelight
[04:09.46]And in the darkness
[04:12.89]You'd best beware
[04:15.25]And in the darkness
[04:19.37]You'd best beware
[04:21.19]You'd best beware
[04:22.57]You'd best beware
[04:24.05]I used to love him
[04:28.60]When I used to care
[04:33.40]Canopy
[04:34.76]Satin trim
[04:36.71]Slowly closing
[04:41.30]The puppet has cut his strings
