Face Tomorrow – Puppet On Strings

drift out into a distant place

crawl back towards a steady base

and make a frame, in which you can play your final game

can you make sure that where I’ve been will fade

far away from every space that I create

don’t stop until you made your wings

fly far away from the puppet on strings

take me to where I can let go of what I feel deep inside

’cause I’m not who I am

let me choose which way I want to go

make way, watch out, get away

I’m not using a brake

’till i find my place

’till i find my perfect place