Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paloma Faith
Paloma Faith
Performer
Ian Barter
Ian Barter
Guitar
Simon Hale
Simon Hale
Conductor
London Studio Orchestra
London Studio Orchestra
Strings
Perry Montague-Mason
Perry Montague-Mason
First Violin
Stephen Fitzmaurice
Stephen Fitzmaurice
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paloma Faith
Paloma Faith
Composer
Ian Barter
Ian Barter
Composer
Simon Hale
Simon Hale
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Barter
Ian Barter
Producer
Stephen Fitzmaurice
Stephen Fitzmaurice
Mixing Engineer
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Assistant Engineer
Niall Acott
Niall Acott
Recording Engineer
James Stone
James Stone
Assistant Engineer
Bunt Stafford-Clark
Bunt Stafford-Clark
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm a broken doll, And you're the puppeteer, Take control for me And wipe away my fear. I don't claim to be perfect - I know I'm damaged goods, But I wanna be let out of darkness Just like every lady would. Lick my wounds and watch them seal With a healing heart, Embrace my sadness, look after me, 'Cause there's no-one else I'd ask. I'm a broken doll, And you're the puppeteer, Take control for me And wipe away my fear. Piece me all together, The broken high and sweet, You thought my heart was made of wood But I can hear it beat. I'm scared of shadows in the night, When you're not there by my side. Sick of nightmares in my sleep - There's no place I can hide. See the beauty in the blood, That drips down from my eyes Hold the parts that were ripped out That had took me by surprise. I'm a broken doll, And you're the puppeteer, Take control for me And wipe away my fear. Piece me all together, The broken high and sweet, You thought my heart was made of wood But I can hear it beat. Boom, Boom, There it goes, Boom, Boom, To the sound of the grand piano. I'm dancing in your light, And I like it. I'm a broken doll, And you're the puppeteer, Take control for me And wipe away my fear. I'm a broken doll, And you're the puppeteer, Take control for me And wipe away my fear. Piece me all together, The broken high and sweet, You thought my heart was made of wood But I can hear it beat. I'm a broken doll, And you're the puppeteer, Take control for me And wipe away my fear. Piece me all together, The broken high and sweet, You thought my heart was made of wood But I, I hear it beat.
Writer(s): Paloma Faith, Ian Barter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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