The Puppet Echo & the Bunnymen

I'll practice my fall
For practice makes perfect
Chained to the wall
For maximum hold
The window's too far
Too far from my legs
Open the door and let out the cold

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet

Trampolines broken
Ceiling has come down
The ache in my back tells me
Something's gone wrong
Rocking horse rocks
As the wallpaper peels
Curtain would like to know
What he has done

You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet