Take your hands off this one

When I came in the night

I saved any more vision, honey

That things ain't right

The sign, you hold my hand

Take your hands off this one

Look in your door

I saved in your this way

It showed you where to go

With your lies, what you tie was go to stood

The way coming then was just waiting for you

It's puppet on a string

It's puppet on a string

Puppet on a string

Oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Take your hands off this one

In your head

I saved it on smoke, oh, if nothing there

With back on my life, twist no sit still

With speaking on sad days, and lone, lone gilt

Oh, it's my first new stand still

If you walk through the street, through the main field there

Even sound the first dance I wore you

It's bad any pour not to seeing things

And your real life is puppet on a string

Yeah, a puppet on a string

Yeah, a puppet on a string

A puppet on a string, string

Oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, a puppet on a string

A puppet on a string, string

A puppet on a string

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah