They wave
Like little puppets
Controlled by words
Controlled be sound
The figures drift through
I can feel their presence
Their feet ramble on
I can't see that
But I can reveal
Their real selves
The gentle figure
The soft figure
With no life
They are only lifeless
Just bone
Figures
They wave
Like little puppets
Controlled by words
Controlled be sound
The figures drift through
I can feel their presence
Their feet ramble on
I can't see that
But I can reveal
Their real selves
The gentle figure
The soft figure
With no life
They are only lifeless
Just bone