People are puppets held together with string,
there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
as he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in.
Time and again boys race to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end.
But here is a man mourning tomorrow;
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrows.
Oh he could not break surface tension,
he looked in the wrong place for redemption.
there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
as he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in.
Time and again boys race to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end.
But here is a man mourning tomorrow;
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrows.
Oh he could not break surface tension,
he looked in the wrong place for redemption.
