People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in
Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow
He could not break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to unheave the ties
Turn back the time that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Through him