"Oh where do the feelings go when they die?"
Cries a marionette to a hole in the sky
"Will all I hold closest change before I notice?
Like the stars alive in the past?
Just like the stars alive in the past
Hanging on their strings
Poor things, poor things
Give me a length of time and a way of gravity
And I will bind her hands and ask him to carry me
Back to my old flame, my ball and chain
Up to the stars alive in the past
'Cause either you remind me of someone
Or I've stared so long I've become one
Bolted and boarded, borrowed and haunted
And hollow now as
Empty houses
A tooth for a tooth an eye for an eye!"
Cries the marionette to the hole in the sky
"Make me part of the process
'Cause I've aged before I've noticed
Like the stars alive in the past
I'm just like the stars alive in the past
Hanging from my strings
Poor things, poor things
I've got a waistline and a date with gravity
I like his low notes and I go where they carry me
Back to my old ways, my cool phase
Up to the stars alive in the past
Where I'd ride the arcades too
When I'd dance to anything and be a fool for you darlin'
Back in my youth
When I gave you eyes the size of balloons
Balloons!
But now what's the use?
To move we must balance and to balance move
And balloons were made to stray and drift away
Up to the stars alive in the past
Up to the stars alive in the past
Tugging at their strings
Wild things, wild things
Give them an inch and they'll turn their backs to me
So give me a rope and I'll swing
Give me a hope and I'll scream
To the stars alive in the past
That the child in me has a hand gun
And she's holding me for a ransom
She says
Oh fucking hell, you don't look too well
Didn't you know that
Empty houses
Have ghosts?
Ghosts?
And they don't come out til after
And they don't come out in my photographs
And they don't come out til after
And they don't come out in my photographs
On one hand I can be pulling myself forward
On the either I'm just cutting myself slack
I've got to wonder what there is I can move towards
If everything's moving back in time
Time
Time
Old flame
My old love keeps
Churning out a light
That can never catch me up
Like a struck string
Kept shaking in its resonance
The echo of a love
Can love out live its presence
And the heart can race
From the moment it is struck
But a true feeling like a bruise
Is always slower to show up
Oh poor thing
Wouldn't change where it comes from
Not for all of the lights in London
So leave it undisturbed as dust for long enough
'Cause that's my love
Still I'd like to pretend I have better friends
And ways to spend the
Early hours
Than to get some sleep