Here we say good-bye
I'm all hung out and dried
Subconscious fried and tied to you
And it's true the things they say
They say you do
So blue
Time went rushing by
I'm so confused inside
All my tears have left a stain
And it's true the things they say
They say you do
So blue
Give me something more
Than this never changing game
We are but puppets on a string
Give me something, give me more
As I sway to the floor
There is no escaping chains
We are but puppets on a string
Shades of you blue
Train station cramming
The last taste I'm smashing
I'm missing the track
No turning back
No sense of satisfaction
Caught up in the main attraction
As light begins to fade
I'm walking the high wire
Someone catch this desire
Small part in this charade